She's not with Homeworld. That's better than the alternative. The hostility dissolves from the tension in her shoulders slowly, until she deems the other gem safe enough to turn away from.

"Good. I'm not from Homeworld either. Not anymore, anyway." Her voice is bitter. "I don't want to be trapped here either. I just don't know if there's any way out."

The idea of being trapped by human ingenuity is both perplexing and infuriating in equal parts, and she wants nothing to do with it.