"..Well, I assume that's a good thing...? Winning, I mean." Jo shrugged slightly, watching Cyrus's chains as he moved them about. "But, that's assuming you define winning the same way. Do you go by casualties, or by what's conquered?" She tilted her head curiously, furrowing her brows in thought for a moment.
"..Have you considered a wall? For the north I mean." She asked, eyeing the map. "I know, before the war destroyed my world, the Chinese had a similar problem to yours. They come in your lands, and destroy what they don't consume or take, right? What they did was build a great wall, around half of their land. It was hard- But there's magic here! It should be a lot easier..." She continued to look at the map, examining the boarder. "Plus, with barbed wire, any attempts to climb it would end painfully. I suppose, though, people here can fly?" She looked back to him, aware that she was speaking what felt obvious. "But it would filter the ones who couldn't." She frowned, sighing. "I wish I could get you a force-field generator. That would be so much easier and more effective than a wall, but the only one I have is a personal one, for sports and general hovering." She moved her focus from the map and figures to Cyrus as she thought more on what he said.

"That's an interesting perspective. A bit of a downer, but interesting all the rest." She looked to him from the corners of her eyes, her body leaned over the table, but careful to not touch it. "Most of the people I've met think that keeping people ignorant keeps the peace. Hence why the news typically keeps negative things to the text bar that goes by all too fast, and we spend only a week going over the atrocities that we did in the past during education. Well, at least, I assume." She moved from the table,shutting her eyes as she tried to keep a blush away as his flattery sunk in.

"...Just.. Can you not say that?" She brought a hand to cover her face, holding in a much desired sigh. "Really. I'm not even fishing for compliments here; it feels wrong to be called something I don't fit the definition of. I'll have to show you some magazines to prove my point if you go on, but I'd rather not waste my money on them. Just... Take my word for it." She opened her eyes to look away, shaking her head as she lowered her hand, signifying that she was dropping the issue at that.
"You're... Sure? About the power thing. Sure, um, there's tech in my home that really confused you, but one wrong step and you'd fall into an ocean of acid, and on a bad day, through toxic clouds. Are the seers that unpredictable, or untrustworthy?" Her face tilted down with thought as she took a seat once more. "You also forget that I own my book on my side. If anyone were to come though and intend to do anything harmful, I'd stop them. I don't think you grasp how handy this," She put a hand on the gun in her holster as she spoke, "can be when it comes to defense." She pulled it out, setting it carefully on the edge of the table. "It only works for me, though. If you were to try to activate it, you would be turned to ash. If there were something not of value or alive in here, I wouldn't be against demonstrating it." Her eyes flicked to it, then back to Cyrus.

"Death...? This world sounds extremely harsh. Though the ground isn't poisoned, it's almost like everyone else is. But I appreciate it. As for questions..." She looked to the chair she was on, a slight smirk forming on her lips. 

"..Is this real wood? What's.. The tent made of? These materials are so rare- You spoke of fields that won't grow anything, but the fact you use actual, real wood just for trivial items like figurines, and chairs and tent posts...!" She tried to contain her excitement, shutting her eyes as she brought words to mind. "And- Don't even tell me I saw a real, honest-to-god feather quill over there! How do you get them? I heard of some people just killing the poor birds, but I heard people used to keep them as pets and pluck feathers or collect them after the birds molted. Are birds really as big of a nuisance as I've heard? And- weather- what's it like to have clouds over your head? Or to be able to feel rain that isn't poisonous; can you actually eat snow without getting really sick? And, um- you mentioned rolling hills? You mean, hills as far as the eye can see, or that they actually move? I mean, you can make those chains move with fire, so I honestly don't even know what to believe at this point!" She hushed her excitement well, bringing her hands together in her lap and fiddling with them idly to help tone herself down. "I can't wait to see what the ground looks like."