His eyebrows press in at the middle as he listens, curious though it's nothing close to anything he's heard of before save perhaps in fiction. Which is its own thing, if what Dave said about Tony was right--but he's not going to bother overthinking that. Alternate universes are weird.

He follows her glance, but doesn't say anything to it.

Instead he says, "Not really, no. I mean, after we hit adulthood we were expected to contribute to conquering the galaxy, but there were all different parts to that, and not everyone agreed with it." His ancestor, for one, though he lived in different era.

"We're not made out of shadow or anything like that. I mean, the trolls here are different because of complex shenanigans that would take their own lengthy explanation, but typically trolls are hatched out of eggs laid by the Mother Grub. Then there's individual strengths and skills and shit, and powers that tend to go with certain castes..." He frowns some here. It's not his favorite topic, but it's hardly a secret here in Panem, especially not when his ancestor is also a Victor. "But it's blood color that determines overall social status. If you have the right blood, you're basically entitled to rule over everyone lower on the hemospectrum, at least by societal standards."