[ Lily is... frightfully familiar with young people that know the meaning of danger. She's only twenty-two herself, already marred by war. Her own son was marred even younger. She doesn't put him under scrutiny so much as take him and what he says in. Once, the cat seems to want to inspect the device, but Lily distracts her with a scratch behind the ears. ]

Both places are dangerous, though the one I came here from doesn't hold any immediate danger. As for my home... [ There's a brief pause here, suddenly, because she's not sure how to quantify the danger while maintaining at least some sense of privacy about her fate. Finally, she urges a smile back onto her face. ] As for my home, the danger is very close, very immediate, and very life-threatening.