It's a long drive up to Canada to see Jackson's family, but Brian likes driving and Jackson doesn't like airport security (he doesn't have all the official stamps of approval he needs to avoid extra scrutiny for being a psion). They've recently crossed the border into Montana.
Mariam is tired and overwhelmed and confused and scared that they'll never get home - she's been trying to be polite to the people who picked them up but it has been a very long day. She closes her eyes and tries to stay awake enough to react if someone addresses her, trusting that Daria will wake her up if she's needed.
"As central as possible, I don't want to be stranded with no way to go get dinner or something. Other Mariam - we really need nicknames or something - shouldn't mind paying a bit more."
"Is there anything you can think of we're likely to trip over not knowing, with roles or eclipsed? I know that's a broad question, but if there's anything you think you haven't mentioned yet that might keep us from getting weird looks..."
Yeah, she'd expected that. "Okay, I'm sure I'll pick it up quickly enough, we don't seem to have run into any dangerous misunderstandings."
"That's good to know. Is there anything that'd make it obvious that it's more formal, or is it more inexplicable social intuition?"
Daria looks very unimpressed by the concept of people you're not supposed to talk to, but doesn't press the point.
"I'm not going to hit them for flirting with me, I'm going to make sure they don't assume they can order me around!"
"If they don't listen the first time" she catches a quelling glance from Mariam and glares at her too, "they deserve it."