[Jeanne's hands came up to clutch the sides of her arms, and she looked away. For some reason, the doubt she still harbored was hard to believe in, the more she heard. Someone couldn't be making all this up, right? It'd be too cruel for just a prank.]
I see... So that's how things end up. [Slowly, she sat down on her haunches, arms crossed, and stared down at the flowers. Maybe he was right, and alien technology could be dangerous.] I just finished fighting a war, back home. [It seemed sillier to say "back home", now, but she continued.] Our planet used to belong to a race called the Zor, but they were not present when we started colonizing it. They had returned, seeking a precious gift they had hidden away on the surface. [She reached out, touching the petals of a flower, tracing the edge gently.] They looked just like strange, beautiful flowers, but they were the source of the Zor's bio-energy; something they needed to continue to sustain their way of life on their ships.