Summer didn't know what that last part was except her forgetting about Seivarden's sometimes more awkward quirks, so she figured she'd just dismiss it and focus on the rest, shrugging her shoulders a little.

"Well," she said, "the whole point of that location was that there would be soldiers to serve. And government officials. And other important contributing factors. Only problem was, it almost worked too well, and when something's successful, it starts to gain attention, you know? So I knew I only had limited time, but I was going to get as much out of that place as I could while I could. And the whole time, they thought, 'what's the worst she could do? It's not like she's going to put everything she has on the line.' But that's because they clearly don't know Summer Smith. Ended up sweeping in, stealing a shit load of data and weapons and resources, and then distracted them by blowing the whole thing up. Ka-boom. Took out a good chunk of the city with it, too, while I was at it. I suspect they're going to be tending that wound for a while."

Her grin was sharp, but at least a little bittersweet.

"But, more importantly, I got the stuff I wanted to get out into the hands of people who needed them. So....you know. Worth it. I just gotta lay low for a little while since I'm, you know, kind of an intergalactic terrorist at the moment and everything."

Again.