Seven billion? Ilda boggles at the number. She doesn't even know how large that figure is, exactly, only that it's very big. "So many people! Is there really room for everyone? And are you all heroes? Your friend said he rescues damsels, although not all the time. He has a schedule for it."

At the further talk of magic, the blonde starts to get uncomfortable. Not that she doesn't think magic is real; she just isn't a fan, with the way magic works (and is distributed) in her world. "That must be a lot of warriors, if it's a big bad evil. Did they have a choice? Or were they brought here like we were, just... like that?" It unnerves her to think, in all honesty, that there's someone powerful enough to cast a spell and do just that.