"I don't think it matters, really," she said decisively. "We're here now. How we got here is irrelevant. What we do now that we're here is what matters." It was possible she was saying that more for herself than him.
"No problem." She straightened, dusting her hands off then maneuvering into a position to hold the next one. And no, it wasn't a problem. Maria was just...well, lousy about social interactions if she were being honest. "Well, if they want us to survive and repopulate their Utopia here they'd probably interfere if there were complications. Right?"