That's good to know. She started out even higher, she was trying to find the ground when she spotted this place.

"If you go too much higher than we are now, the air starts getting too thin to sustain lift easily. How-" He cuts himself off. How she ended up there probably wasn't a 'cryptid', but no sense bringing it up and worrying her. "How would you like to see one of the empty apartments we have, see if it'd be alright to live in?"

That sounds good, thanks.

He leads her to the apartments. Along the way he asks,

"How would you like to meet other people? Introductions? At your own pace?"

A little bit of both? She doesn't need to be introduced to everybody but she'd rather not leave knowing the important people up to chance. And it might be a good idea for everybody to know who she is, so they don't freak out about how she looks or what she can do.

"I told the folk who saw you first to spread the word about you, that you're just lost and not hostile. They might startle the first time you, erm, use magic, but anyone might. As for 'the important people', who would you consider important? My wife and I handle most of the big decisions and planning, Harold is the one you'd go to if you have a problem with somebody..."

That, yeah, and who she should talk to if she doesn't know how to do something, and anybody whose permission she might need for things if it's not obvious. She'll need to know where to go for food, too, she can take care of basically everything else.

"We can meet Harold. Maybe Leah, she's the clerk, more or less. A lot of what she does is keeping track of everything and figuring out what happened if we suddenly don't have enough water or onions or cotton. If you want something and don't know where to find it or think you might need permission, you should talk to her. And then I'll show you the kitchen. You can get food for your room, fruit and veggies and little things of bread, but prepared meals all happen in one place. Ah, here we are."

It's a studio apartment with a bed, desk, and a comfy looking chair. There's a lot of space but not a lot of furniture. There's a flat abstract glass sculpture with blue and green swirls hanging along one wall and a big window overlooking the fields and the sky.

This'll do fine, thank you.

"Good, good. I chose this one because you reminded me of it. The dresser was taken for someone else, and from what you've said, you don't need one - and I remembered it had that." He gestures at the art. "Still not sure who actually made it. The whole floor shares a toilet and bath room. This floor has rooms for women and girls only, so they should be the only ones using it. If you want more furniture, we can probably find something."

She might want to decorate a little more, but if she wants furniture she can just make it. The art is very nice, though, it was a good choice.

"Oh, right, your other, ah, magic. I know some ways that could be pretty useful, but that can wait. Nothing urgent. Good. Let's see if we can go Harold and Leah, hm?"

Sure.

Harold is a big guy who greets her politely enough but shoots doubtful looks at both her and President Mills. When he thinks she can't quite hear, Harold asks him if he's really sure about this whole 'invite the mysterious stranger to hang out with them' thing. Mills is sure. Harold says, fine, you're in charge. But he doesn't like it.

Leah seems kind of sullen and angry at everything, but not at Dusk particularly. And she's polite enough, it's just that you can see it in her body language.

She leaves Harold alone, and points out to Leah that she really doesn't expect to need much, just food really, her magic can make just about anything else.

"Well, that's good for me. Another mouth to feed is no big deal. I dunno if they're gonna put your - thing - to work or what - if you can make metal that'd be good for us but it's not like I understand techmagic."

She can make tools and things for people to use that work the same as they would if they were metal, but she can't make metal itself. She can make organic things but only some kinds and only smallish pieces.

"That thing is neat. Tools're temporary? Organic stuff has to be attached to you? Yikes."

It doesn't have to be very attached. Like this -

She makes a pearl, embedded in her forearm, and then picks it out. There's a dimple left behind, but that's all; she doesn't even wince.

"...I'd be wigged right the fff - uh - out." She shivers. "So I don't actually feel like asking for for... Stuff."

She shrugs: Okay. The tools just appear where she wants them, though.

She gestures at a watering can sitting on a shelf, and then there are two, one looking distinctly drawn.

"Oh, I meant the organic stuff. Tools are nice. I'll have to think about things we only need once. Scaffolding for a higher-up mural maybe?"

Sure. And they'll last at least a month or so - she hasn't tested longer than that - and she can make new ones whenever, so things they need all the time are fine too.

"I don't like the idea of relying on them. I'm not going to scrap or sell all our ladders and use yours instead, like. Scaffolding's probably good. Novelty stuff for the kids would be fun. Can you do, like, big power machinery? Engines?"

Yeah, that's fair. She can do engines, but she has to pay attention to them or they stop working.