It has her name! It's Tarinda! It says she has no special interaction flags and he can stare open boxes on various facets of her life.

No last name?

“—is it rude to, uh, look up things about people you just happened to see? Past a point? Or is it all if it's public if it's public?”

No last name!

"It's not rude. If they want you to jump through hoops before you see something that'll be coded in."

Facet of her life: job?

She works as an acclimator and is working right now! She also sometimes works at Sword Circle as a combat dancer and combat dance instructor.

More information on acclimation and the typical responsibilities and time periods involved?

Time period as-needed. Responsibilities are shepherding newly woken people around.

Not quite the information he was looking for but he will try to get that question answered later.

He returns his attention to the scenery.

Apartments. Park full of picknickers and kite-fliers and something-loosely-frisbeelike-players. Sculptures. Various shapes of floating robot. Boutique clothes shop.

He will look at things and practice with the AR interface for a while.

It is convenient and gets moreso over time!

"Let me know when you're done peoplewatching and we can go to the vertical village. It's not really biking distance."

“Let's do that. Or — I kinda want to do something more that is in the category of setting up my new life but anything like that still seems too early because I still wouldn't know what the possibilities are yet but I don't know how I should be best getting to that state.

“Maybe the answer is entirely more tourism, maybe it isn't, but you're the expert if I can manage to explain what I'm looking for, right?”

"That's the idea!"

“So, lead on!”

They ditch the bikes and get a zoomer and zoom!

The vertical village is built into the edges of a butte. There's people in all kinds of flying contraptions - and in fact some who have ditched arms for wings - flying from place to place around it. Gliders and sails and hovercraft and riding pterodactyl-like creatures all feature.

Ohhh now he sees why this place was on the itinerary.

"Like the look of anything?"

“I wouldn't know what to do with half of it!”

He picks out what is recognizably a paraglider wing and motor, even if the motor is ridiculously small and the wing deploys and retracts with fancy smart materials.

“Traffic rules? —Nevermind, there has got to be an AR mode for that,” right, helpful AR interface?

If he looks for it, yes! "Spirit guides pick up on cues like that, basic doesn't."

He has ever done this before and atmospheres still work the same in the future, so after reviewing the controls and proper harness fit and all that he steps over to the marked open space and is shortly in the air.

Tarinda paces him in the zoomer, giggling.

He heads up and circles the butte. You haven't properly appreciated a non-flat landscape until you've seen it visibly rotating.

From the top he can observe that it has a hole drilled down in the middle of it with an amazing updraft. His AR offers warnings about that. People are swooping around in the column of fanned-skyward air in wingsuits and similar.

Niiiice. He kind of wants to just drop down the middle of that and float up again, but that maneuver would require some calculations and arranging to have some guaranteed clear airspace. He'll just shut the motor off and steer across the top for lots of altitude in near-silence.

Fwoosh!