"It's been months; you'd think he'd loosen the leash and let us visit a big city or something... I'm not exactly happy about being attacked by these things, but this has to be good in terms of proving ourselves, right?"

Not that there are many of the things to be found right now. Maybe the patrols are working, or maybe they're just getting smarter? Popp doesn't think of himself as a captive here; if he really wanted to go somewhere else he would just leave. He sure does like complaining, though!

"Since she's got all those fancy weapons, though, there has to be someone around making them, right?"