As he expected, Jenny caught the gun with ease. She turned it around in her hands, brows furrowed as she studied its design. Clearly much more impressive than anything the humans or Hath had on Messaline. Something this small was meant to do damage.

It was something a part of her couldn't help but admire.

She grinned up at him and slid the pistol into the pocket of her jacket. No reprimand. Only a 'clever girl.' That was so much better than anything Dad would have ever said, she was certain.

"It's lovely," she admitted honestly. "And I hope Traken will be just as. Is that everything, then? We've landed, we're prepared... I want to go see what another time looks like."