Yes. I... [ Chyler hates admitting ignorance, but she can't exactly pretend her way into knowing what's going on. ] I don't really understand what the gods do, other than feed on us for the sake of the city.

[ She doesn't understand the willingness to negotiate with these creatures. They're the enemy, aren't they? Better to plan how to flush them out, how to destroy them, but Chyler realizes with a start that she isn't with the more powerful fighting force any more. She's suddenly forced to fight in the same way as an Insurrectionist, and the thought makes her feel sick.

Not that her own superior fighting force stood a chance in the face of the Covenant. Maybe there's always a greater power. Maybe it never matters how strong you are. Maybe--

Chyler shakes it off. ]

What? Oh. Freshman Cadet Chyler Silva. [ She offers her hand. ] Nice to meet you.