[ She catches that mutter, and a hot flush of shame rushes up her face. Ah, that... sounded pretty bad! Admittedly, a non-trivial part of her had sort of imagined that Magolor just slept on a cloud and wandered around freely the rest of the time, living his mysterious life. Why is she so silly and carried away by fantasies! Why are all her personal flaws coming out in this one conversation!

Weakly, she brings up her other hand to wave in protest. ]

No... I was just thinking about what a loser I am for still not having one. Please don't read anything into it.

[ That isn't a lie either. She was indeed thinking that. ]

Ah but, um, which part do you mean? The dealing with slackers part? I guess I've always thought it was strange that they would go to the trouble of trapping us here and keeping us alive, but then leave it mostly up to us whether we do the things they brought us here to do. Aren't the low achievers bound to be more trouble than we're worth, sooner or later? If sending us home just isn't... possible, then... I have to wonder, you know?