Jackal stares at her a moment like there's something much more wrong than the starscape with the assertion that she didn't know Mars has a space force. For a moment, she even bristles as though it might be meant as an insult, but that just isn't the face of someone who picks a fight deliberately. Maybe unwittingly, but nevermind that.

"...kh... yeah. Probably an effect." She answers somewhat glibly, as though she's used to getting vague answers on the first attempt, then eyes Amanda a moment before answering, in turn.

"Shuttle. Off a TPT fr-... ...that's a transorbital personnel transport, from the FMS Viking in Belt. This 'Stargate.' It's not just a compressed space corridor, is it."

She glances at the starscape, then back toward the gate room. She's no engineer, but she knows enough of the basics of modern Metatron propulsion systems to know you just can't build a commspace corridor like that. She can maybe relate it back to familiar concepts, but it's such a huge stretch it's almost meaningless except as a way to process her situation.

"...where are we? Besides the name of the ship. ...and why are the doors locked? We'll need to get the hell out of here, sooner or later, and sooner is better."