"No," she says. "No, not dragons." She gets up, stretching her shoulders. "Where I'm from, men have built machines of all kinds." She keeps her voice steady. "Huge ships, of a kind, but instead of sailing in water, they fly. They go out into the stars."

She misses that. When she'd not been sure she'd ever see a planet again, she found the vastness of space a little oppressive. Now she feels chained down by gravity.

"What I flew, it was sort of more like a skiff. You'd fly out, scout, and bring back word to the main ship, which was much larger. Not as fast, but equipped for longer distances and with better weapons."