"I'm gonna talk to medical about nausea meds. And you didn't have to, Sher, you were offered the chance to skip things and you chose not to take the subcommander up on it. The intended lesson was not 'never suggest possible efficiency gains', it was 'do not ever ignore direct orders without even explaining what you're doing'. That's basic, way more basic than jumping off walls, and if you can't credibly signal it then you're not going into space - or for that matter anywhere, before you get any clever ideas about transferring wherever they may or may not put Vel. You'll just be dead."

Sher is quiet for a bit.

"You have a crush," he whispers in Kimbundu. 

"I thought you were going to yell at me about somersaults."

"Nope. Everything in the whole world is awful and I'm going to enjoy this."

She's not really frustrated by people talking in languages she can't speak; that sort of thing happens all the time around here.

"I'm gonna take Vel to medical before we practice biosuit and tools stuff. Sher, do you wanna tag along or head back to the barracks and spend a few minutes with everyone else?"

"I shall stay with Vel."

"Cool." So they go to medical, and Imrainai talks to the nurse on duty. "Hey, this is Atekri Spacer 83462. He's got zero G motion sickness. Might clear up on its own, but in case it doesn't, do you have anything anti-nausea?"

     "Sure. I'll give you a few options so you can see what works?"

"Sure." She frowns at the room of medicines as the nurse fills a couple little vials with tablets. "Is medical usually this thin this time in the morning?"

     "No, there was an injury on deck two. One of the psyons."

"Oh. One of the little ones?"

     "No, the teenager. Not a suicide, though, I think she just didn't see the machinery."

"Oh."

      "Mhmm. 83462, can you remember instructions for each of these, or do you want them printed out for you?"

"Better to have the printout, I think."

So he gets a little slip of paper that says how much he should take of each thing and when he should take them. They won't actually give him more than two days of any one thing, so if any of them work for them he's going to be coming to medical a lot. When they're done, they head down several more hallways to get to the area of the ship that stores spare biosuits and uniforms.

"You should always ask for a printout," Imrainai tells them on the way. "It's the only way to get paper."

"I know."

"Good job," she says cheerfully. "Do you guys just want to measure yourselves? On a planet the Alteri would do it, but there are certain advantages to being horrifically understaffed."

"Wherefore not?"

Sher has memorized twenty serial numbers, thirty room numbers, the complete layout of the parts of the ship they've been on so far, and all of Vel's medication's dosing instructions. He has not thought about Elara all day. 

Memory palace techniques involve associating numbers with images that are highly memorable, a term which here means "disgusting, taboo, or sexual." When he came up with this plan, shortly after meeting his first psyon, he hoped that this would give him-- and maybe Vel-- more cover. No psyon would want to look into a mind full of feces, violence, and truly horrifying sexual fantasies. 

Imrainai has long since given up on fooling the psyons, though she does modify her thoughts for their sake - her thoughts are more story-shaped, more coherent than they otherwise would be. She has already come up with five alternative backstories for Sher and Vel that technically don't contradict anything she knows about them, though most of them seem supremely unlikely. She keeps having to pause to actually talk to them, though, so the stories are full of holes and don't hang together quite right. She keeps mentally apologizing to anyone who might be listening, and does her best to try to keep spinning whenever she has a free moment. It's sort of terrible how even the youngest kids have to constantly listen to everyone's thoughts - can't turn off telepathy, so they hear everything, even the thoughts about feces, violence, and truly horrifying sexual fantasies - but maybe she can give them at least one good thing to listen to all day.

She hands Vel and Sher a pair of tape measures and lists the measurements that they should take. 

Sher and Vel measure themselves!

She wades through stacks of materials for appropriately sized equipment, handing them pieces when she finds something appropriately sized and in apparently working condition. "Cool. Eventually you'll need to be able to put these on and run through all your standard checks in ninety seconds, but for now just focus on putting them on correctly. Do you need a demonstration?"

The biosuits are a little different from Elaran biosuits of three hundred years ago. "I suspect we shall figure it out."

"'Tis better to have a demonstration."

"OK, cool." So she picks up a spare in her size and strips off her indoor jumpsuit, leaving her in her underwear. She puts the spare on with all the efficiency of someone who knows how to do it in ninety seconds, though she slows down and narrates what she's doing at any point that she thinks might be tricky. 

Vel and Sher strip down and put on their biosuits. They are both significantly more efficient than you'd expect from someone putting on a biosuit for a first time, and both make gestures as if they are about to press buttons or strap on straps that aren't there.

"You're pretty good! You should practice a few more times to get used to this make, but I am very optimistic about both of you."

Sher and Vel learn how to put on the biosuits much more quickly than could reasonably be expected!

This is convenient! In that case she'll walk them through the safety checks they have to do (yes, every time, even if you've just checked it a few hours ago) and still have extra time to go over the functions and uses of all of their basic tools. 

Sher and Vel continue to be mysteriously quick on the uptake and prone to making very strange mistakes!