"- don't know or don't have the words?"

"Don't know."

"Did you come here accidentally?"

"Yes."

"Could you find your star on a map?"

...Shrug.

"Presuming it was the right galaxy, I mean."

She thinks about it and sighs. "No."

"Hmmm. Do you normally travel between planets often?"

"No."

"Was this an experiment or a test of some kind?"

"No."

He looks puzzled. "Do you think you could do it again?"

"Don't know."

She hesitates.

"...Magic away, not to. Not know Amenta. Not know between planets. Yellows talk Amenta, know Amenta, know between planets."

"- you were - magicking yourself out of a place and could have landed anywhere? What if you'd landed somewhere uninhabitable?"

"Then murder," she sighs.

"...murder? Of whom?"

She gestures at herself and her sister.

"Appearing somewhere you couldn't survive would be more like an accidental death than murder..."

"Not know word death," she says. "And magic away from murder."

"Ah."

"Would you like a dictionary," says Cadra, "or would that be too much too fast - I don't know if you're having to remember this in a more or less Amentan way or if you have magic for it -"

"Not know Amentan learn. Not magic. Dictionary not bad."

Cadra calls up a dictionary on her everything and shows Odette how to type and scroll through it.

Oooh. And: "Illia want understand electric."

"- Senator -"

"Mine has sensitive materials, Cadra."

"Well." She can navigate away from the dictionary to an explanation of electricity.