Maggie looks up (literally), frowning. "So we really should expect to be attacked? It certainly seems more than a little bit likely that this is gonna come down to who's strong enough to claim the...sun- star- uhhh, what'd you call the metal bits?" She nods as someone dutifully (or in exasperation) fills in the gaps. "Right! Skymetal! That stuff."

She chuckles quietly, utterly unaware of any potential frustration or discontent. "Well, if it doesn't belong to anyone yet, and there's bad people who want to..." she glances back down at the journal. "Well, I don't much like the idea of an 'impending apocalypse, myself. Let's beat 'em to the punch!"

Flexing one tiny, thin arm, she adds "Literally!"