"Not raise voices," Odette assures her.

"The senator is wrapping up some other things so no one will miss him while he talks to you. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Knows language--Oakhar. Don't knows country."

"We're in Calado. Welcome!"

She nods. She says, "Reds doesn't clean?"

"Reds aren't clean," corrects Cadra.

"Why reds aren't clean?"

"Reds do work that makes them unclean, and have been doing it for many generations."

She illusions a bathtub with a querying noise.

"Oh, a sufficiently long shower suffices if a clean person touches something polluted but the reds aren't the same."

"Why reds aren't the same?"

"It's generational. I'm afraid I can't be much more detailed than that, not being a theologian."

"...Why theologian detailed clean?"

"It's part of their job. I'm not sure why, it's a green track and not popular in Calado. Now I've got a question for you - how did you two get here?"

"...Not knows all words. Uh..."

She considers this, and then shows an illusion. The two of them are in a city with a completely unfamiliar architectural style. A man is looming over them with an incredibly unfriendly look on his face. Illusory-Odette clutches her sister and suddenly the two of them are under a table in Calado.

"So you were - running away from someone? And then..."

"Magic."

"...you're pretty sure you've got 'magic' translating correctly -?"

Nod.

"Can anyone learn to do magic?"

"Anyone alien. Don't know Calado."

"We're Amentans. What would you need to find out?"

She considers this.

"Don't know Amentans. Amentans don't know magic. Need to know Amentans learn magic understand magic, understand doesn't--" she considers. "Understand things need doesn't do. Need to understand safe."

"It's dangerous to try to learn magic?" attempts Cadra.

She nods. "And--Amentans learn magic dangerous, magic dangerous--" she makes an illusion of a floating alien hitting another alien with lightning, then firmly banishes it and shakes her head.