Reaching up, Trunks raked a hand through his bangs and grinned at her. "Don't be--but that was the Force right? Lived up to its name." Moving over and grabbing his jacket, and buckling his sword on again over his chest.

"Still sounds more mystical than I'm used to, but...I get it. Enough to at least understand it's not something anyone could do." Coming back to walk with her. "But this was fun, so thank you." A nod and smile.

"So your people were artisans? I don't suppose you're familiar with Namekians or Saiyans, are you?" Reaching up and brushing the back of his neck as they walked. "I'm aware of other planets and so on, but not actually familiar with many aliens." Just the two he'd mentioned, and whatever was in Frieza's forces--which he'd not really bothered to care about other than killing them. Then Frieza and his father.