( She flashes him a grin, knowing he's right, but wondering just how brutal the collapse was from now until three hundred years forward, to eradicate horses in that time. Or had they? If they were in the United Earth now, perhaps the same would hold true in the now that came after they meddled. Or maybe horses had always survived, buried deep within the heart of a misguided, utopian government.

Wait, she meant totalitarian. Yeah! )

Think we can get down to them? I miss seeing horses that I don't turn into. You don't think they make people fight to the death here, do you?

( She leaned out over the railing, both hands locked on to the bar even as she strained to see everything she could. Here, the excitement of the crowd has filtered through, making her jittery with energy alone. She's finding it markedly difficult to stay still. )