What's an army brat? [The army part she knows, of course. People still have armies, lots of them. And she's pretty sure brats are kids, at least according to Beka. But she thinks most people would be more upset talking about child soldiers, so that's as far as she can decipher.

Part of her thinks she should probably leave Dixon to get some rest, but a tiny, different part of her doesn't really want to give up being a little bit needed. It's selfish, but if she's cut off from the future, doesn't she get to be a little selfish?]

Harper makes it sound like it was really nice a long time ago. Ever since the Fall, Earth hasn't been so great, but before that, it sounds like it was really pretty. Amber waves of grain and purple mountains and everything.

[She hears a bit of the music change and leans a little closer to listen. Her face lights up.] Oh! I know this one!