"Ah, well..." Finch twists a little on the stool, peering out at what can be seen of the landscape.

"Sort of. We have--" he pauses, as he registers Brier's tech level, judging by her clothes at least, may be well back of his own, hang on, reassess...

"...we have vehicles that can leave the earth," he says carefully, "and fly up in the stars, and that's the literal definition of a 'space ship,' but it's nothing at all like all of this."

Finch tries for a game, reassuring smile. "I don't know how much you know about boats? If you ever made a toy boat with a leaf and a twig, and then compared that with a real ship that carries passengers and cargo... I think that's about what my 'space-ship' is compared to this place.

"I'm guessing you don't have spaceships where you're from?"