They seemed to be settled, so after a moment's careful watching, she nodded and went back to packing even as she stayed in the conversation. Professional. That was a good word for how it had felt.

It's the opposite of how she felt, back then.

"The gods of that world wanted willing toy soldiers," she explained. Scowling down at her bag, rather than at him. "So they pulled us in there with no memories of where we came from, or who we were. Just wanted our bodies, and our skills, for their stupid war. If you fought enough, maybe you'd get lucky and remember something... But if your side lost, you all got purged, set back to square one, and it'd start all over again. We were on the twelfth cycle, and we'd been losing for a while."