[ Ciri listens with some mixture of amused politeness and genuine fascination, though she's not entirely sure she believes most of what's coming out of Lucy's mouth. Cold seems right. The gravity thing... who knows? (She has, at least, heard of America as a place that exists in some others' spheres, so Lucy won't be alone in that.)

By the time Lucy gets to debris from other planets, Ciri has sort of lost the thread. Is it supposed to be a joke? Ciri doesn't get it.

She blinks. ]

You needn't worry about that. I've no plans to rob you. Besides, you don't seem to have anything on you worth taking.

[ Haha. That's a joke too. If that makes her feel any better. ]

So why did your people go to the moon? Isn't it a problem, what with the cold and the gravity and all?

[ She may have... slightly misunderstood the premise of the story. ]