[ Considering her conversations with Kashuu adopted war metaphors, she's (highly unprepared but trying to be) in a "this is war" mentality. It's so foreign in so many ways that she's still not sure what it means. But she does know death, or aspects of it, and she does know threats of violence along with violent actions. It's not enough.

It is something, but it isn't enough.

She only nods to confirm the "terminated," not hazarding how likely that was or wasn't to mean the literal termination and not just employment severance. She follows along with the way he directs the conversation, curious, even as she tries to remember what her first two weeks here were like. More functional, that was for sure. ]

Yeah... Um, there were lots of bad things that could happen, from what I read and was told... and I just learned that you can die here, and come back. Like you're in a game, only when outside of the game too.

[ It makes her feel sick to her stomach, so she leapfrogs on past that admission. ]

Mm, the city hasn't done well, but um. It's not all bad! There were those of us who helped clean up the spoilable stuff, the stuff that would be garbage? Because the garbage robots went down with all the rest. There's food at the warehouses, and we had watermelon not that long ago, and fireworks? Just a few of us, but it was nice. Plus the people like us are still really friendly. We don't forget about each other.

[ Don't let her be in charge of the motivational speeches... ]