Hm.

[ She's nursing her own glass, not wanting to have a fuzzy head. She's listening, though, her gaze a touch distant as she tries to fit it all together. She's not the most technologically minded, it must be said, but she understands the world she's come from. She leans a little, considering. ]

The ones where you're from, you mean? We've got all kinds of firearms. Rifles, machine guns, artillery... it's pretty advanced as far as I know. We've also got trains and steamships. And radio.