She stops dead, and just looks at him. Her patience has been frayed since long before the Hatchlings arrived, and he's needling at all the soft, vulnerable parts that she's tried not to show. The guilt and the fear and the questions she asks herself over whether or not she's really making the right choices. With her mouth twisted into a frown, she says, "Yes, actually, I'm hoping to evolve spontaneous teleportation any day now so we can pop back to Earth in time for tea. It's going to be quite a trick."

If they had anywhere else to go, and any way to get there she would have tried long before now. She's never wanted to be trapped on this shitty little planet in the middle of nowhere. "Do you have an actual point to anything you're trying to say or are you just being snide?"