Mindy was pretty attentive to the whole speech. It actually reminded her of a books he picked up once on (now destroyed) Earth called Ender's Game, with the Buggers and the army and all of that. This situation was different though: the things he was describing made the Buggers look like little babies in comparison. In fact, if she'd been anyone else, she would be pretty freaked out, hating Hiccup for destroying what little vestige of safety she thought she had, and would have gone off crying about a world she was taken from, never to see it again. That's the kind of thing, she figured, that a ten year old girl couldn't handle.

But she was Mindy Macready. She already knew the world was shit long before she was taken from it, and to be honest, there hadn't really been much left after that day. They were outnumbered, running scared, hopelessly doomed.

Good. There was at least a challenge, something to work for. Before it was revenge, but compared to THIS, that revenge looked petty. This was planets they were dealing with, no, the universe really, at stake.

She turned to Hiccup. "You made things pretty bleak, so much that I have to believe you're telling the truth. In a way, that's more helpful than trying to paint a rosy picture. Anyone with half a brain on this ship ought to be feeling despair, fear at our situation. But where I'm from? Fear is a good thing: you temper it with a little violence and some brains and brawn, you have a shot."

She liked this kid, really. He reminded her of Dave, minus the curses. "What's your name anyway?"