There are too many scars on her body that she can't pinpoint. Really, she's just assumed this whole time that they'd been picked up in the middle of beating the Stellaron out of Cocolia, or when Numby had gotten too eager with his cheerleading during the Aetherium Wars finals, or somewhere in the false awakening that Sunday had lulled her into before they literally ran the Express into him 47 times in a row. Maybe it's better that she's making up stories like this.

"I like the Stonehearts I've met," she says, even though Jade had been more frightening than most in exactly the kind of power she claimed to hold over people. "But I know enough to not put too much faith in what they think of you. I know that whatever Stellaron hunting is, it's for the good of the galaxy." She traces a few lines up Kafka's arm. "Because that's who you are."