The machines here are primitive compared to what we're used to. It's hardly the same thing.

[The papers have now officially been shoved under her arm. She doesn't have anywhere else to put them for the time being.]

Would you rather I tried to get along with you? Join the Crystal Gems and sit around the campfire like nothing ever happened between us? That's not how I work. You're the enemy now and I don't intend to forget that, no matter how long we're here for.