He frowned, having not really expected that, but his second worst scenario had allowed for it. "That everyone has seized on it is... extremely unusual, and implies someone is subtly tampering with these people' thoughts. There should be far more nay-sayers. My own people fought tooth and nail against new technology, mostly on religious grounds, claiming 'twasn't the will of God' or some such equally absurd nonsense. The tech level here feels about World War 1, maybe a bit after that, but the biggest difference between WW1 and WW2 was that military thinking had evolved more than anything else. Those that evolved faster started winning, those that evolved more over a longer time finished winning. There were some technology differences, but nothing startling. But the biggest tell would be any aircraft they have. Did you figure out where those might be kept? The stuff they make where I was is fairly basic, but there were... pieces that shouldn't be there. Parts for machines that I had hoped they wouldn't have, but if they have tanks and artillery, their confidence might not be too terribly misplaced."<br/><br/>He chewed on the meal for a bit, clearly thinking things over. He swallowed, before nodding. "You are getting out. Link up with the others, and start pulling out, grab at least a dozen rifles, no more than three dozen, and get back to the Fae lands. I am going to have to strike hard. But first, I want to see how arrogant the leadership is feeling."<br/><br/>He glanced at her, and shook his head. "No, you have to go. You know what these weapons are capable of, and how to deal with them if necessary. The others don't. If you weren't here, I wouldn't be testing the leadership, I would be leading the others out. If they protest, tell them that they can either get out, or face me when I am pissed at them for disobeying a direct order."