"Right, uh- do I need to explain about the war, that should maybe wait until we're not playing pass-the-whispers with everything we say- so 'synth' is short for 'synthetic human'.  They're sort of clones, but apparently if you say that to a biologist they'll start explaining the difference- anyway.  The corps grow them in vats till they're adult-sized, they were made to be soldiers but around here they mostly do factory work... and they.  Wear out fast."

Felix asks something.

Peg glances away.  "Great job, Tarlin," she mutters, very quietly.

There is probably a way to convey "the world is full of manifest injustice to which your brother has taken particular exception" via mime.  She is absolutely not going to figure it out on this elevator ride.

Fernando swiftly takes the translation bracelet, but instead of putting on he holds it for a moment then offers it to Peg.

"Oh, is it not-" she starts, and then realizes no one can understand her at this point.  She takes the bracelet and carefully puts it on.

"So, uh- if you can understand me then this works for non-sorcerors.  Hi."

"Belated hi. It works for anyone as long it is charged. So, what got Thomas so upset."

"Abominable experiments on people."

"Yeah."  She repeats what she'd told Thomas about synths, jaw set; it's not exactly the same words but near enough.

Fernando sighs. "Thank you for telling us. And while we had our own assumptions, It bears asking if they are people, capable of suffering or in general would like to escape their situation?"

"Oh yeah, they're people."  The elevator slows- no, the tanks are going by at the same speed still, that's the gravity decreasing.

"Maybe a couple have got a cushy spot somehow or other and want to keep it, probably some of the younger ones don't know there's anything better out there, but... 's a pretty safe bet any given synth wants out if they aren't yet."

They are quiet for a moment. "Okay, I understand that we are unexpected guests already taking advantage of your hospitality. But that sure sounds something that needs to end. Are you willing to answer more questions about them?"

"Yeah, 's much as I know- you'd need someone who can get into the corp records if you wanna find where they're made."

"And they are owned by the corps? And no one objects to this?"

"People object, just not enough to make much difference.  Or not enough in high places, anyway."  She rubs at the back of her neck.  "And- yeah.  Some get out on their own, some get set free, but- not many.  Round here it's Paragon, same as everything else."

"Paragon?"

"Mmhmm.  Technically it's through a subsidiary and some different one has been rumbling about moving in, although I don't know why they'd want the place- are we getting sidetracked or is which corp owns the planet part of your rescue mission?"

"Possibly sidetracked, yeah. We don't have delusions that this is the sort of thing we can solve with rescue missions."

Peg is quiet for a bit.  "You... don't dream small, do you."

"You have no idea."

"Figuring out what we can do against slavery isn't dreaming."

"Father's teeth, I'm not opposed to the idea!  I just- there's three of you."  And I feel responsible for you now, she does not say, because that's not going to help anything.

"Sorry, Fernando can be blunt, but he didn't mean to imply anything. We know we can't solve everything and it might be an impossible task. It's... just... we have to at least to ask the question."

"And I admire you for it, most people don't go even that far... did you have other questions?  Should I explain the war, 's far as I can in-" she glances up, "-four tanks' worth?"

"Most people don't have as much leverage as we do. At any rate, please explain the war."