[ There's a small eye-roll when he won't give up his name, but, fine, it'll come about eventually. But he's really not too much older than her own boys, so she knows in the end innate curiosity will always win out. So she allows him to play and fidget with the leg all he likes - shoot, if using it as a weapon to bludgeon monsters won't break it, him tweaking her foot up and down sure won't.

And yes, definitely noticing the 'human' word there, and that's both a surprise and a relief. Humans outnumber non-humans wayyyy too much here! It's weird! Where's the sense of balance? Though it does make her wonder what he is, if not human. ]

It was more out of desperation than anything else. Let's see how I can put this...

[ She's come to find that space travel is such a rarity in other worlds that she doubts very much this kid would even know what a rocket-ship is. So, she'll stick to simple terms - no sadness, horror, or gross. ]

Many years ago, I went exploring in a "ship" that didn't belong to me... but, as it turns out, I didn't know how to steer it right, and I crashed. I wound up having to make my leg out of parts I could spare from the ship. I had to rip apart some parts, connect others, basically make it up as I went along. It took a lot of attempts... those first few legs were not a pretty sight, I can tell you that. But I wasn't going to give up.

I can be pretty stubborn... but I'm gunna assume you already guessed that by now.