"I might want one of those, too," she says of the tool. "What's it doing?"
"It causes molecules within [0.03 inches] to be rearranged within that area, within some safety parameters. This will cause most substances to be seamlessly joined but is not recommended for use on very different materials. The original deal was for the scanner only, however, do you have any objects that I might find useful?"
"You're much higher tech than us. I don't have anything safe to handle that - hm. Do you want me to catch you an alien? They're, well, individually safe to handle, although if they decide to come after you in quantity I can't guarantee that will go well."
"Yes, but they consider themselves interchangeable, don't practice any form of self-defense, and claim not to experience emotions, plus they're pretty evil, so I wouldn't feel a speck of guilt about handing you one. Also they're fluffy."
"What would the alien be useful for? I don't like pets. I can construct another joiner and power source but it will take several days and some reasonably rare materials, I need something useful like silver or [D-fuel] or titanium. I could take new seeds if there are crops I haven't encountered before, but sentient aliens do not qualify as livestock."
"Okay, no alien. I can get you silver and titanium but it'll take me a few days."
"The world-ending event is going to happen in about a month. And if you don't need it pure I can get it much faster. Before I go on metal collecting trips for you, anything else I might want to trade for?"
He describes a long list of tools. The metal-purifier is not detachable from the ship. There is a handheld plasma cutter capable of cutting foot-thick steel in moments, with computerized safeties. His body armor is made of 'armasail' which could stop the plasma cutter cold despite being a light, breathable fabric. There are various scanners - The longer the range, the more specialized. Inertia suppressors are the size and weight of a 2-liter bottle and allow for high G-force maneuvers without tearing the ship apart. He has a 'reshaper' the size of a refrigerator which takes almost any material as a base and works like a very high precision 3-D printer.
"I can get you just about any amount of silver and titanium if you don't need it pure or in any particular shape."
"I can only take so much weight in my cargo hold. If we're going to be trading so much stuff, I want your reasons for thinking the world is going to end on top of metal and anything else you offer. The joiner and plasma cutter are simple and cheap compared to some of the rest of these things. Especially the armasail and reshaper."
"But if you can get so much metal, I would also like some gold, platinum, osmium, thorium, and [::::]. And... I have processed a list of this planet's crops. I will consider the first one hundred viable seeds from the list of things that sound new to me, as valuable as twenty pounds of silver."
"Last metal didn't translate. Seeds I can get unless you want weird ones. You know, the trouble with information is that I can't take it back if you renege on the deal. I want something up front before I spill that, or at least to handle the first part of the transaction in objects."
"You probably don't have [::::], then. I propose exchanging the joiner and cutter and scanners for some seeds and some of each kind of metal, then you tell me why the world is going to end and any other dangers I might find relevant and I attempt to verify this, then if there is sufficient evidence that your information is reasonably complete and honest we perform the rest of the deal."
"If you decide you don't believe me will you let me borrow the other stuff for just a minute?"
It's not visual, or tactile, or auditory. It just... tells her things, like, that tree is cylindrical and rough-skinned and has smaller cylinders of something slightly different inside it. It only tells her the shape of things, not their color or temperature or softness etc.
Like eyes there is a sort of blurred peripheral awareness of everything in range, but you can only really focus on one thing at a time. Also, anything inside Nick's ship is an indistinguishable blur.
It's a bit overwhelming at first.
"So I'll go get your swag and be back in a couple hours?"
"There might not be any fuel," she says. "I'll see if I can think up a wishlist, but you know more about what you have than I do."