Hey, if there was one thing Tamora could appreciate it was gusto, and this girl seemed to have it in spades. She seemed a little young to have so much interest, but Tamora couldn't really find fault. After all, she'd been raised by a military father and had learned her Alpha Bravo Charlies alongside the more standard ABCs her classmates were taught.

Pausing, Tamora folded her arms and frowned a bit. What were they like?

"Well, they're called cy-bugs," she said, "which is pretty self-explanatory. They're cybernetic... bugs, more or less. Nasty critters. They can take on the properties of anything they consume, so if we lose a gun to one of 'em, suddenly we're dodging our own bullets, if you follow."

She kneaded her forehead then.

"As for whether or not we're winning... it's tough to say," she admitted. "We're grossly outnumbered, but we're determined to not give up 'til every last one cy-bug is annihilated."

Granted, if that happened the game would be over. Literally. And that would mean they would get unplugged. She wasn't even sure it was actually possible to eradicate all the cy-bugs, but she couldn't really explain that facet of it to this girl. After all, it wasn't like she would understand being a character in a video game or anything.