She watches as the vines shrink away -- not from her, she thinks, but from something that man is doing. Is it science? Magic is not a possibility for her; the idea that something could be considered 'magical' would almost draw a laugh out of her. So it must be a science she has not yet seen before.

"There are not so many green things where I come from." And she nods; the trees here are strange and new, not at all like the metal and noise of her city. "They are rare...and valuable."