Connie noticeably tenses, swallowing a lump in her throat. Her fingertips catch at a scar across her palm.

"Destroyed. Burned to the ground. The aliens we're fighting, they... they have this special type of energy source for their weapons. On a large scale, it's capable of reducing any human city to a melted, chemical soup that we just... call glass, because that's easier to say. Gets the point across."

She tries not to think too hard about that. About what her own home had been reduced to, somewhere lightyears away from here.