"And get me data on, like, who needs how many bedrooms and stuff, I'm probably not going to wind up copying this floorplan any more than I'm going to copy your anti-leaking system."

"Will do! Soon as I get back."

She already knows everyone in the colony. Asking what the situation is and what everyone is in need of is a little time-consuming, especially when she's neglecting to mention her demonic assistance, but it's something she can mostly handle. She can also check the inventory of things they're supposed to have on hand, and see how many of those things they actually still have.

The angel has been at the linen closet and the perishables they get by fairy delivery every Tuesday, but the dry goods and stuff in cans are all still there.

She writes up a list. List-making gives her time to think about stuff, like the fact that if she were a maximally evil demon who wanted to wreak as much havoc as possible then she would probably get really good at appearing to be trustworthy, although she would probably give fewer safety pointers than Cam has been offering. But maybe if she'd been at it long enough, and she were immortal, she'd be more open to really long games that included establishing even higher levels of trust by giving out safety pointers to hilariously incompetent summoners. (Yes. This is exactly what she needs, more things to be anxious about. But it's important to be thinking about the possibility.)

Thinking about how she might still be being dumb and on the path to getting lots of people killed doesn't prevent her from cheerfully completing her list, which she then brings back to Cam.

He looks it over. "I can work with this. Do you want to look over my design before I put it up?"

"Sure. Oh, I wrote up a list of which people are families and how many living spaces with how many bedrooms it needs for them all. Plus a few extra spaces in case there are any more people later."

"Cool, let's see it."

She gives him her notes and looks over the existing design and makes comments about which people would probably benefit from changes to the layout.

He fiddles with it. The display projects into thin air from the side of his stick-shaped computer, and responds smoothly to his thoughts; the effect is almost like there was a prepared video of the design unfolding and he's just playing it.

She eventually declares that it looks like a pretty excellent place to live, apart from the being on Pluto (and assuming the safety equipment and plumbing and heating and other things all work as they should).

"I'm glad you like it. Where do you want it?"

"Oh, I can get you a map of the area immediately around Elysium, but it's mostly barren rock. As long as you put it a short walk away, we should be able to move between the structures pretty easily."

"Okay, any direction not too far. You want an airlocked tunnel?"

"It'd be really convenient, if it isn't any trouble!"

"Nah, computer aided design is good stuff." He adds a tunnel to his design.

"Looks great! ...I should probably at some point let everyone else know that we're - that you're building a new arcology for them."

She was mostly trying not to think about this part.

"Otherwise they would be surprised."

"Yes. I mean, uh, probably it'd be fine to just build the structure first, it's not like a free-standing structure does any particular harm to them if they don't want it, but it seems a little rude to connect the two without getting anyone's OK." Pause. "Can you maybe build the tunnel last?"

"No problem."

"Thank you," she says, more relieved than she probably should be. "Do you need anything else for it? I guess you don't need any equipment to breathe out there...?"

"I do not! In fact, I don't even need to breathe, although it's much more comfortable."

"Cool! I can show you the way out of the station then." And try not to sink into the floor while she does it, that part is also important.

He is perfectly quiet as he follows her along to the airlock. He waves at someone who stares at him a little too long, provoking some mutters.

Oh good. She feels really rude asking him not to say anything, but she also super doesn't want to have to explain the lack of a gag to people right this second. She should probably get over one or both of these things in the near future, but in the mean time this is a relief. 

"Thanks!" She tells him again, as they reach the airlock.

He swishes his tail at her. He steps into the airlock, waits for it to suck all the air back into the habitat, steps out onto Pluto.