Machines. She glanced around. At least she could wrap her head around machines, or the idea of them at least.
"This is a ship?" It wasn't rocking, like ships did, though she had never been on a ship before. She had read about it, though, in her brother's books. But never one that could travel between the stars. Or take someone from a field and bring them on board in an instant. She untied her bonnet, not caring how loose it would be. She had tied it far too tight, she was finding it difficult to breathe.