She catches 'this' world, regardless, but beyond that, she nods. Presumably, they'd get to leaving this planet eventually? When the battle is lost or won?

"They seem to be doing a fine job so far," she notes, flat, but sardonic. Where was this power years ago? Where was it when-- her hands twitch, but she gets back on the topic. "I'm... Nova Neos. And I have no idea how I know. Some sort of post hypnotic suggestion perhaps...?"

Now she's crossing her arms and thinking, carefully. "-- The crystal--"

She goes to pick it up, and, unsurprisingly, in contact with the consecrated ground that is herself, it crumbles away to nothing.

Neos says something that would have her mother scolding her. "I needed that! It's evidence!"