Mackenzie hurts. Everything in her hurts. Everyone she had loved had been ripped from her by an enemy and she had no recourse but to die with them or to return an ignominious failure. And the Zenith Corporation had offered her a way out of that choice by giving her a place where it didn't fucking matter. His answer though, catches her a little off-guard. Everyone else has asked 'what's the Wyrm?' or 'that's like a dragon, right?' or some other inane question. He just rolls with it. That overrides the implied insult in her mind, at least for the moment.

"...What do you know about the Wyrm?" She turns her head to eye the man with something very much like suspicion.