It wasn't really out of the ordinary to her, which is why the war wasn't mentioned. Forces rise, dissent spawns from within or outside jealousy, and it falls for a time once again. Such as it has been for ages upon ages. New Republics and Galactic Alliances were part of that flow as well.

"Ah, I suppose that's the trick," she said with a quirk of a smile. "Your kind are usually able to adjust to the point that they can convince themselves they originated wherever they've landed. Though it sounds like a desert planet could've been a little abrasive."

You know, all that sand. Still, Trance scouted a little further, taking a moment to bounce a foot, or tail, against the ground. Even though there was a set up grounds sprawled ahead of them, the woman wanted to get more familiar with this planet while it was marginally younger. Gingerly picking up a cultivator with her tail, Trance continued further into the field. "Oh, definitely. Gardening is the easy part, and farming is just that on a wider scale. People are trickier, especially when they're scared."

She had seen the cruelty that could lead to, as well. While making a show of scanning the field, the woman could already feel and sense where things were in the growing process. What stage of life they were at. "Looks like we've got the fun part, though. Judging by the ready crops further down, the more empty looking ones should also have the root vegetables ready for digging up."