[The kitchen suddenly seems grimmer and darker as Felicia speaks. PM thinks quietly on this matter. It's a subject that doesn't seem to have any easy response. On one hand, she can accept the idea that the aliens were brutal killing machines, but considering that Felicia must have been mentally comparing her to them, it makes the mention of scouring them smart. Only a little, though--she has just as much sympathy for the plight of the humans, and it ends up balancing itself out in her mind.] That makes sense.
I never saw stars until I left for Earth. Then they were over my head every night... to be quite honest, I didn't know what to make of them, but I thought that they were very beautiful. In those first days, I needed all the beauty I could find.