[For a moment, she looks perplexed about his preface, but all she can do is nod, in the end. Claude is often full of stories and half-truths, but she believes that he would tell the truth when it matters. This is a matter of great import; they are far from home and being asked to fight a war that has nothing to do with them, and she does not think he would lie to her about anything related to that.

Most likely.]

I promise— I will be believing you.

[She is quiet then, offering him her undivided attention as he explains. Her gaze does not waver for even a moment, not until he produces that mirror of his, and when he catches her gaze, she nods once more before following it downwards, fixing her attention on the mirror itself— only to suddenly jerk back in her seat when the stars seem to envelop them.

Oh.]

This— it must be magic!

[While she cannot say she understands the Singularity in full, magic is what immediately comes to mind when she considers what it is capable of, as well. Her eyes are wide with both wonder and curiosity as she scans the projection, an awed smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.]

I believe you, Claude. If this were some kind of trick, it would be a very elaborate one.