"People on Earth that Was had limited understanding. It's not their fault." And it wasn't. After all, things were being learned every day. New discoveries. There was so much advancement even now from the time when the Hindenburg had been built. Add in the time she was from in which things were even more advanced in regards to ships, and what was an obvious mistake to her would seem accurate, even in the year 2012. It was why the documentaries had it wrong.
Untangling her legs from her curled up position, the dancer moved to the dining room table where she had her notes she'd been writing, picking up a pen and some paper before kneeling at the coffee table and started sketching. As she sketched, the teen pointed out the mechanics of the Hidenburg, the structure and means of transportation. It was information she had gathered from watching the documentary as the Hidenburg was so historic and inconsequential in her time that she had never read of it.
She knew, though. Knew of the vengeance lurking within Mara. The darkness. The pain. The control she kept on herself. She knew that pain between them. People were quieter right now. It was a calm, but it was something she would take. They were all lost in the wood, some just preferred to be lost. Like the captain. She missed her family. Her crew. But they were better off without her. Safer. She knew that she'd go back to being asleep in her world. But she couldn't change that.
"If they had just rewired this.. it would have been better."
She'd been rewired. And while the Alliance thought it was for the better, it wasn't. And so the ticking would continue, the danger lurking. She knew she was dangerous and while running would save the two, she knew they wouldn't let her so she was content to talk ship mechanics for as long as she could focus and hold onto the lucidity as long as possible.