Technology was useless as far as Hansel was concerned. He knew his sugar sickness was better treated in this place. They had things which he didn't in his world. No one wanted more than him to be better. If they could fix his sickness? He'd take their technology. Hansel could live without it otherwise. His sister could live without it. They'd made it fine without it.
Least this one thought enough to decide she could help. She wanted to fight and work. Hansel decided those things spoke more of her character than how she'd come through bleeding. No one picked how they came to this place. Some came whole while others came---not so much.
"Never heard of Louisiana though I been to some places I'd call savage lands. We're from the desert -my sister and I- before here. No. We don't got what you'd call 'technology' where I'm from. We do got witches. They smell worse, so I've been around worse, too. Plague. Plague victims were worse though not so bad as witches. Doubt we've seen the last of the 'fun' this place got to offer. You a witch? Use magic?"