"Bumps and scrapes and the usual, just, wear and tear of living rough. I'm guessing I'd have a lot more to worry about if my protection shell popped out there."

"Hm," Pride hums. "I will admit I would be happier if you allowed me to look you over. But if you think it is not required, then I will bow to your superior knowledge of your own body."

"If I get an infection, I can deal with it. If I start healing wrong, I can deal with it. If something goes badly wrong - yeah, I'll want you to look at me, then."

"Pri is a motherhen," Gluttony explains. "And I suspect whatever happened with Wrath is making her fingers twitch."

"I can still accept somebody's preferences. I apologise if I made you uncomfortable."

"We're all tense. All's well that ends without fighting. Also, once again, thanks for having me aboard."

"Well, we couldn't very well leave you floating in space," Gluttony says smiling. "...Would you like to rest?"

"Maybe in an hour or two. Right now I'm full and warm and want to explore the strange new world I find myself in, get to know you all some."

At which point the door slide opens and admits Avarice. "Which, will be infinitely easier with this," he holds up a small earpiece. "Which should run translation of us to you! I think I have enough of a sample of your language to do that."

"That... Is amazing! Well, I don't actually know this one as a native. I am kind of struggling. The other one would be better if you can repeat the process? Later, that is."

"I'd need sampling of the language but the algorithm can be set up to learn from you talking. It might be a bit buggy at first, but it'll get there."

"It's already - I don't know how you do that without having a person in there translating."

"Like...how do I even explain this? You'll have a small amount of delay, because the program needs to actually break down the sounds, but the tech acts in place of the person? It processes the sounds and spits out the translation?"

"There is some mechanism, I know that, but I'm saying I cannot comprehend how complicated something would have to be. And to make it learn..."

"I think we have a disconnect here," Avarice says slowly. "This is fairly simple to me. Now creating a machine that can hold a decent conversation rather than simply translating inputs or regurgitating stock answers, that would be complicated."

"...Well, for reference, the most complicated non-magical machine I know of is, I don't know, an ocean ship's rudder and sails? Or maybe the woodblock ink presses they use to mass-produce common charts."

"...You're pre-Industrial? Ooh, I get to introduce you to loads of interesting tech!"

"We do a lot of things with charts. A lot of things. Purely mechanical stuff not so much."

Pride looks between the two of them. "Please do try not to overwhelm each other?" she requests. "But by all means, go ahead and discuss the differences in our societies and technology levels."

"I can introduce you to the others who are awake if you want? I don't think E would mind us checking out the cockpit, Pri tells me you've already met Wrath, and L probably wants to say hi at some point. S...may or may not when he's awake. Hard to tell."

"If we're using letters for everyone I am 'W'. Meeting several new people at once is always a bit daunting - at the best of times. You don't need to go out of your way for me, though."

"Good thing we don't shorten Wrath then, isn't it," Gluttony mutters, a tad sourly. And then softens. "Av and Pri are that, the other four of us aside form Wrath somehow became letters? Probably because it was easiest for us. And we're not...as much that as Wrath is."

"I think you've had at least as hard a life as I have, fighting the White Hands and living rough or not."

There's a moment of sombre, sober silence from her three hosts, and indecipherable looks flash between them.

"Feels like we're fighting the whole damn galaxy sometimes," Pride observes wearily. "But we're safe, and whole...well. Mostly. Wrath does occasionally defy the last..."

"I could have settled down somewhere. The White Hands' reach is not everywhere. I have charting skills, could make a comfortable life." Shrug. "My mission's more important, I thought."