[ This kid right here definitely ended up where he shouldn't have been—alone, on Bracca, at barely thirteen years old. But he doesn't say as much, because that story is a long and painful one. ]

I've been hearing about that planet a lot here. Earth.

[ Needless to say, it's not familiar to him, and he likes to think that his galactic geography isn't that bad. So it's either somewhere in uncharted space, or outside his galaxy entirely. Or... something. ]

Scrapping. [ His answer is pretty deadpan, but his lopsided smile might make it obvious that he's just being cheeky. ] We would strip decommissioned starships from the war so their parts could be used later. Then demolish the rest.