Good isn't exactly the word she'd use to describe the Hollow thus far. Nightmares all too real for her liking exacerbate homesickness, and she can't shake the feeling that she's encroaching here. Still, it's a vast improvement from the extraterrestrial-induced cataclysm she'd escaped from. A silver-lining, if you squint.

Ripley offers a dulled smile. "I hope so too."

And it's moments like these, basking in the kindnesses others so willingly show her, that stokes the auspicious little flame in her chest. Not all bad here.

"Let's see... You wouldn't catch me at a party like this, that's for sure. Where I'm from, people aren't planetside for very long. We've moved on from Earth— ah, our home planet, if you've never heard of it— into space to create colonies, find resources, start over. I'm— I was trained as a flight officer. After I finished school, I never stopped flying. Space is... complicated. The business is complicated. People only care about certain things."

Having neglected her focus by speaking, Ripley stumbles a little. Catches herself with a hand on Fever's shoulder, gnaws hard on her bottom lip.

"Apparently, my not knowing about magic comes as quite a shock to people here. We didn't have that, either."