Codi's immediate, impulsive follow-up question would be to ask who came from that first Earth, but she holds herself back. She's only been here for a day and formally met a handful of people; how could she possibly expect to know who that person is, or if she'll ever meet them before some Sylphid shoots them on a mission or something? It's probably not important enough to risk sounding nosy and rude.

Prying about Mikumo's universe, on the other hand, Codi gauges as fair game. "That's horrible," she gasps - an at least somewhat genuine reaction. Codi likes Earth. The idea of the whole thing getting sacked is something she would have previously brushed off as cliché, but now that feeling is backlit by a real, annoying undercurrent of anxiety. What if the Sylphid did that to her Earth after taking her from it? Her whole fledgling commercial empire, dust. The thought is humbling.

Anyway. "But I suppose that's all old history for you," Codi continues somberly. Mikumo's matter-of-fact delivery makes that obvious. "Unless you're somehow more than fifty years old. I mean--if you are, you're looking fantastic and I need to know your secrets."