"Books? A prophet?" She blinked at that, then shook her head. "Wow. If I had known that there was a TV show or comics about me before this...I probably would have been really weirded out." She watched him eat the oreo, then snagged another for herself and twisted off the top, then absently licked the cream off the other wafer. She finished off by eating both wafers, then took another sip of her soda.
"Pretty much, yeah. It's a labor camp, I guess. And barbaric. And weird. I was sixteen when I came here, so Petersen doesn't exactly care about ages."