"Hello, welcome to Amenta! It looks a bit rough," says the blue who is in this helicopter. "What brings you here?"

A blue, doesn't she feel important.

"Space travel malfunction! And you?" she says, smiling winningly.

"Checking out the visitor! Can I offer you any help with that?"

"Thank you for the concern! Possibly! But that does depend on what you mean by help."

"If you need the spaceship fixed I could get you some parts and some engineers, if you need a place to stay that isn't a chair on top of your wreck I can put you up..."

—she snorts a little laugh, at that last phrase.

"Those both sound excellent, but if you don't mind I'd like to wait for the next group to show up as well and hear their offer too."

"- so, first thing you need to know about this country, is that it's got too many heads, which don't cooperate so good. I don't really blame you for wanting to let more people get a look in, I get it, you don't know one head from the other, but if you wait here long enough there'll be a hundred of them all pulling in different directions. If you don't wanna stick with me can I give you some general advice? Don't park here and wait for passersby. Pick one interest, however you want to do it, go next door to Oahk if you must, but don't get bit by a hundred headed monster."

"I like you," she declares, with a smile. "Actual sincere advice, thank you. I wasn't planning to fight the hundred headed monster, I was planning to see if any of the early heads could manage a single shred of sense between them before someone forced me to blow my own ship up and run into the wilderness with my crew to track down someone intelligent to help me build one from scratch. But I'd rather skip that."

"Please don't blow your ship up."

"I would really rather not, it'd be a terrible waste. I could get you and myself to space without it, but this seems like the kind of thing that I need to get right, or your whole planet slides ever so delicately into total chaos. So."

"I can get you over the border into Oahk, too, if you want."

"Thank you for the offer, but I don't think that will be necessary. So far I like you. If you keep dealing with me in such good faith, then I'm perfectly happy to work with you."

"Is there actually someone else you know of about to get here?"

"I know another group is coming from that way." She points in the appropriate direction. "But I don't know who they are. We don't actually need to wait for them, that was a ploy to see how you reacted to the word 'no.'"

"I see."

"Sorry," she says, not sounding very sorry. "The group before you was much less candid and respectful. Can your helicopter carry my very important hunk of slag?"

"Unless it's a lot heavier than it looks."

"No. If you have trouble maybe we can get a repulsorlift working to help lighten it, but I think my first priority should be disarming the explosives. I apologize for the delay. Excuse me."

"...yes, I'd really rather not explode."

"Me too," she agrees. She does not inform him that the explosives were small and localized, to carefully take out key components necessary to reverse engineer space travel without causing a giant explosive mess. That sort of thing isn't very reassuring.

She picks up her chair, casually and gracefully hops off the hunk of twisted metal that was once her starship, and puts the chair back where she found it. Then, she quickly and efficiently disarms the makeshift explosives. They're not very complicated.

"Done!" she calls.

And grapply thingies are shot at her ship again.

These ones do not miss.

She retrieves her comlink: "Please prepare for extraction, we will be leaving as soon as possible. Gelrath, anything fragile that might not appreciate the treatment?"

  "The fragile things got broken in the landing."

"I will buy you new nice toys once we're off this rock," she promises.

Then, with translation working again: "One moment while I collect my crew, please."

"How many are they? Might need another chopper if there's a bunch."

"Only four, if you're already capable of carrying a spaceship, they shouldn't overtax your vehicle."

"Not the weight, it's the passenger space," he says, gesturing at the cabin of the helicopter. "Four's fine."