"Somewhere else," came Sabra's non-commital reply. She was good at those. Although, truthfully, there might not even be a word which would convey where she was from.

What he next said, however, caused her to frown in equal suspicion and confusion, repeatedly glancing between him and the impact crater, insect-quick, as if expecting a sudden clarification to appear. "My luggage?" She asked, deadpan.

Of course, the reality about her was that his guess wasn't too far off the mark... Just not in the way he was concluding.

"It is not-"

Her attention, too, was swayed by the arrival of others. Spine straightening as she caught wind of the new visitors.