Her eyes narrowed. “You just got through telling me how useless you are. I don’t know what that is, but I think a munitions engineer is the least of their worries. They don’t need me to help translate either—they’ve got plenty of ponies for that. They’ve got several versions of you for that.” She turned back, staring off down the tunnel. The explosions illuminated something else up ahead—there was a much larger room about a kilometer further, one that seemed to be mostly filled with fluid. “Whatever that was, it’s just more reason to keep going. We’re not useful to them, but if we befriend another civilization… well, maybe we need friends. And if we don’t, then they sure as hell don’t need us either.”