She waves her hand dismissively. "All they have to do is be in the right place at the right time. They rescue us from these... Stuff storms, _{what a ridiculous name}, then install nanomachines to enforce obedience via negative feedback." There's a light shrug from her and she sits back in her seat. "Really, if they did have something to do with us coming here, I'd find it far more likely that they'd spend their time gathering a batch of war machines and fighting robots rather than collecting a mix of combat cyborgs, child soldiers, and civilians."