[ooc: seems like good timing :)]

He cocks his head, watching her reaction and trying to parse it. "Heard of it good or bad?"

And then he sighs and takes a sip of his recently arrived drink. "If Intel is right about this part at least, they don't have any major ships defending the planet itself." Just, you know, a lot of ground forces that they can keep reproducing. At least until their raw material runs out but he has no more interest in a long, drawn-out siege than she does.