[Her muted tone suggests that surviving certainly hadn't been a given.]

Not alone, but a group of us were, yeah. Back in 9:42. They were trying to purposely engineer anchor-bearers of their own, presumably to control rifts. It was, um. Bad. A bad time.

But thanks. With any luck, we'd go and you'd be bored the whole time, but I don't want to trust to pure luck that we won't run into anything dangerous.