Okay. ...Her country doesn't do castes, by the way.

"Well, it wouldn't be reasonable to assume every species would."

"All countries Amentans have caste?"

"All countries on Amenta have castes, and the same ones, yes."

"Know why?"

"The places that had them succeeded better than their neighbors and over time a combination of conquest and imitative adoption spread them everywhere."

"Huh. Have countries have caste systems."

"Well, it's possible that your species isn't as suited to it as ours, or that the caste systems you have work differently."

Shrug. "Don't know."

"I certainly don't either. So can you teleport whenever you like? How far did you come?"

...She makes a so-so gesture to the first and shrugs to the second.

"Do you have a way to contact home?"

...Shrug. "Not try yet."

"Why not?"

"Maybe go home, maybe don't come back, maybe senator doesn't think yellows truth."

"You can't talk to them without traveling there?"

...She struggles for vocabulary. Eventually she pinches her arm, winces dramatically, and then looks at him.

"...pain? It would hurt?"

"Magic hurt," she says. "Talk magic hurt them."

"Oh dear."

She does illusions of someone reacting well and poorly to the same food item.

"...people have different tastes? Allergies?"

She shakes her head. She does another set of illusions, this one with one person petting a cat and another walking away from it.

"...alien cat. Uh, some people like cats and some people don't."

"Like! I like hurt."