His skepticism, likewise, was quite fair. Connie didn't believe it herself for quite some time. Still, though, there had to be some way to convince him.

"Let me put it this way: how else would I, a thirteen year-old girl, end up getting scars like the one I showed you earlier? Especially considering I'm from a modern-enough world to have at least a basic understanding of mechanical principles, and thereby would have weapons far more lethal than a morningstar. Unless, of course, an alien species with physiology that made kinetic projectile weapons ineffective had to develop a different means of combat was something I frequently dealt with."