Scribbles: We can understand [this type of communication] because of [the implant that both of us received].

She brings the glasses up to her face and carefully fits them into place.

Scribbles: You'll probably never be as good at [this type of communication] as I am, because your brain already [knows how to speak in normal languages too well] and that gets in the way. But you have all the necessary [noun describing the results of the procedure that Aly underwent while unconscious].

...is Aly's scooter shiny enough to see her reflection in?

Yup!

Aly still appears to only have one iris per eyeball.

Oh thank goodness.

And now Veda is wearing glasses that conceal her own eyes from view.

A few quick scribbles from her convey amusement.

"Sorry."

Reassurance that [I am not troubled]. Most people have [varied but colorful reactions] when they see [that thing with the eyes]. Your [varied but colorful reaction] was [in the top percentile] for most entertaining.

"...thank you. I think."

Willingness to [answer any questions you want to ask] and that [you have the necessary words for]. 

Veda smiles and shrugs.

Disinterest in [asking you any further questions] until you either get better at [conveying ​information with words] or [learn to do the meaning scribbles].

"I can say yes or no," Aly points out.

Mirthful acknowledgement of [the thing you just said].

[Joking query] of [the type that you specified]: "Do you think that SLAYERs are the coolest thing ever?"

"No."

Most [people in your age range] do, but I suppose you are a [person from far away] so it's not surprising you [have other interests].

I used to be a SLAYER pilot, you know.

"What's that like?"

It feels like you’re [approximately thirty two meters] tall and like your skin’s made from steel. You move fast and [without fear of human frailties]. And the best part? It’s quiet. SLAYERs don’t have ears, because there’s nothing to hear out there in the black. No annoying civilians conversing. No screeching gears. No wailing babies. Just you, your cockpit, and beautiful silence for [an astronomical distance in every direction].

"...If that's what you like."

Reluctant [possession of a duty to explain something], because you are [a person from far away].

You should probably know that I am [not considered typical among people here]. I am [a damaged specimen] both in terms of my [diminished traditional linguistic ability] and my [susceptibility to sensory overload].

Most humans here, including most other pilots, are more [competent in social contexts] than me.

"Oh. Okay."

Concern that I may be [monopolizing your attention] for longer than you'd like.

Admission that I am bad at judging [that sort of thing].

Admission that I am [eager to the point of neglectfulness] to converse with people that also have the [meaning scribble implants] installed because we are [very few in number].

"Why do I have them?"

The [meaning scribble functionality] comes standard with the [most advanced variety] of [linguistic assistance implants].

[Proper noun designating my sister] is an expert on [linguistic assistance implants] due in no small part to my own [diminished traditional linguistic ability].

She probably forgot to [turn off the functionality in question] when installing your [linguistic assistance implant].

"Uh-huh."

Concern because I'm [not particularly good at parsing] sarcasm and [what you just said] sounded [sort of how I would expect] sarcasm to sound.

Aly needs to spend a minute with her glossary but finally says, "It's bad to forget things when you change someone's head."

Reassurance that [proper noun designating my sister] is [generally competent at her job].

Reassurance that [meaning scribble functionality] is [not dangerous in any way] and that you can [with only trivial effort] disable it yourself.

Curiosity regarding [how much experience you possess with regards to] navigating the [interface that puts the letters into your eyes]?