"Mm." It's a thoughtful hum of acknowledgement. She had no reason to take up beef with the little Morning Star, nor did she really care to. Violence was fun, sure, but not unless it had merit. Pointless? Well, that's just a waste. At least if it comes from her.

"Much more simple than your release, I can promise you that." She even had a vessel ready and waiting. "An orchestrated dance above ground, and a few weeks later, here I am, breathing Earth's soiled air." Her thumb brushes against the back of his hand in a mockery of affection.