There's even more words there that shoot straight over her head. "Earth" and "Mars" might be unfamiliar but she can at least parse that they're two nations at war for whatever reason. That much makes sense. She doesn't even know where to begin contextualizing something like an "Aldnoah activation factor."

Well, maybe a little. Inherited through a royal bloodline. A special ability of some kind, like her Allomancy? She wants to ask but the ending of Asseylum's story cuts any questions short. Her gaze drifts toward Asseylum's shoulders, sharing the same question about whether her back would show any signs of those wounds but she doesn't mention it. Instead, she turns away, focusing on some random spot on the floor as her hand drifts to her side to rest just above where a familiar scar lays hidden.

"I was... wounded badly once, in a fight. I remember bleeding badly and everything going hazy and then a friend finding me just before everything went dark. I was sure that was where everything would end. I woke up two weeks later in bed and quite a bit of pain." She's not sure why she's telling her this. The memory of that night, of the Steel Inquisitor's iron gaze and unstoppable, inescapable pursuit makes her shiver. Was it reassuring? Just a way to express sympathy? "So, I know that feeling too."

Lord, she's bad at this.