The bar was...unusually reticent, in the lower layers of her mind (and she hadn't pried further; she wasn't sure if she'd be noticed; she wasn't sure if offending would get her kicked out, and regardless of whether it was actually safe it was safer than anywhere else she'd been for the past...three years?) so she couldn't be sure this place wasn't really a trap of some kind, but the higher layers gave a plausible explanation that didn't involve being a trap, and whatever else it was warm and dry and had food. Her guard was probably a full 25% down. Positively trusting, these days.
"I did mean it about keeping an eye open. This whole mess started five years ago, and until two years later we had plans to fix this. And then they found us and killed almost everyone who was left and it was all Emily and I could do to grab a handful of the littlest ones and flee. I promise, if I had reason to think there was anything in particular that would work I would have been on it like a starving man on a sandwich."
"To the extent I'm convinced you exhausted your options it is pity and not disapproval."
"I'm--trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound unnecessarily--conflict-starting. I--I don't blame you for being upset at the--misjudgement I've been making. That's perfectly reasonable. But I've kept six small children alive for three years while we're chased by genocidal robots, and it--hurts my feelings when you look down on me for not also creating a viable plan to solve the entire problem."
"I'm probably being unfair because I'm solving a bigger problem but I have better powers to do it with."
"I'm in a time loop. Whenever I die or deliberately reset, I wake up in the hospital having recently been hit by a van in miraculously perfect health. I haven't gotten any farther than a month past that because that's when the giant monster gets too big and eats the world."
"...Okay, so I'm aware that it's unfair of me that my first reaction is that you're lucky for having infinite chances to fix it."
"Well, before I found Milliways I could have figured out how to kill the witch and then continued to have the problem with the evil magical aliens. I now have an inkling of an end run around the problem, admittedly."
"They want to harvest the emotions of teenage girls, but they don't mind if a witch eats the planet because the witch is very harvestable and does more for their energy crisis than killing it and continuing to do their thing would."
"They're cute and fluffy and grant wishes. It took me a few loops to figure out they were evil."
"Sounds it," the other one says.
"Apparently emotions are rare among intelligent species in my world and also break conservation of energy somehow."
"I have not figured out the science of it because if I get too inquisitive with the fluffy evil aliens things get real hairy fast in ways slightly more complicated than 'dead, try again'."
"I mean, mutants behave in ways that seem to break conservation of energy all the time, if someone told me my brain slash emotions broke conservation of energy somehow I'd probably be slightly smug rather than any kind of disbelieving but just normal people's? Maybe we ought to rethink this whole conservation of energy thing."
"They only prey on teenage girls in particular because they have more fuel-grade emotions, so I'm not sure it's the same deal as mutants, it might just be a quirk of my world."
"The fluff thought my Emily and I would be decent potential magical girls too, though, so if so it's probably not something about emotions in your world..."
"Well, I'm not sure its fuel-grade-emotions-sensor is well calibrated for foreigners."
"I'm okay with cheating it out of wishes without the actual potential for fuel. Well, theoretically, in practice it's probably not worth the risk."