"Yeah.  I would've suggested keeping your head down, but I figured I'd bring up the option."

"Not known for keeping my head down. But I guess I can learn."

"And there's plenty of things to do inside.  Catching up with your daemon, learning things about the ships."

Ira definitely perks up at the idea of learning about the ships. (She's not entirely keen on the possibility that catching up with her daemon is going to give her unwanted insights into her own head, but can admit that it's probably necessary.)

Alizara busies herself by looking through her phone and collecting links to things that might be interesting and new.  Everything from histories and census data on daemon type ratios, to technical write-ups on the electrical grid and nitrogen cycling systems.  She regrets the obvious impossibility of Azure giving her prep time before finding people kidnapped from other universes; it would have been nice to have a well-designed pamphlet designed for such an occasion ready to go.

"What level of technology does your world have?"

"We're starting to get into space, but we're not managing long distance space travel for a while I don't think. I thought we were pretty high tech until I encountered this stuff."

She nods, then goes back to finding books, skipping over airplanes and computers.

Azure has gotten up to check through Verity's fridge.  It looks decently well-stocked.

"Is there anything we're missing?"

"Not that I can think of," Ira says, crouching down next to the aron.

Verity wanders off to check on the spare bedroom.  It's slightly dusty but usable and as well-ventilated as any other room in the ship.  She can set to work dusting it, then going through the main room and scooping up any project she hasn't touched in at least a week.  

Ira watches her warily through the corner of her eyes, and twitches if she comes too near.

Well, that's a strange reaction.  She doesn't need much encouragement to put off doing the dishes for a while longer.  There's plenty of stuff to do in the other parts of the open main room.  

Ira settles down a little, watching Verity more openly, curiously.

It is a person and a giant blue dog tidying up their house.  It's obvious in the way they move that they function as a single individual, moving together in a synchronized flowing way where they always seem to know when to step in, working together like a right and left hand. The most egregious mess gets cleaned up and Verity is starting to get annoyed at being watched.  She'd have expected Ira to be in a conversation with her daemon or looking through books or something.  There might be a cultural difference here, but Verity isn't sure what it could be.

"Uh, you can go into the guest room if you'd like privacy with your daemon.  Or I can start cooking breakfast if you're hungry?"  She considers the snack she left behind at the store.  It was about time to eat, and if she was home anyway it might as well be cooked food.

"I could eat if there's food, but don't bother on my account," Ira shrugs.

"I do normally eat around this time," she says, then starts preparing food.  Something with peppers, tomatoes, and unfamiliar-shaped pieces of pasta.  Already in the kitchen area, she sets to work cleaning the dishes.  Cleaning is her least favorite thing to do when she's supposed to, but somehow it becomes appealing when she's worrying about something else.  Which is probably still a good time to clean, in this case, since Ira is going to be stuck with her until whatever conspiracy is going on gets settled and having someone looking at her messy apartment is embarrassing.

"Did you have roommates back in your world?" she tries to make conversation.

"Sometimes," Ira shrugs. "I moved a lot." (Trying to stay off anyone's radars.) "Sometimes there were roommates, sometimes there were not."

"Oh, that sounds interesting.  There's nowhere to move to out here, other than transferring between ships.  Were all of the places very different from each other?"

"Some were. Some weren't. Turns out the underside of a city is much of a muchness no matter where you are."

The cooking food gets stirred.  "Did you always live in cities, and not smaller towns?"

"You're anonymous in a city, smaller towns people tend to notice when someone new turns up."

"I doubt I'd be anonymous even in the largest cities," she notes sourly.  "Though I also don't know the scale of your cities.  Suicune are about one in 6 million.  There are just short of a million people on the fleet, but the dead world we came from had... I think it was about 8 billion, at the peak before the decline."

"Where I come from we don't have...daemons? Making it harder to hide."

She considers that.  "That sounds... well, people not having daemons sounds disturbing, but that part sounds nice."

"It's definitely got its perks, yes. I- can't imagine not being able to vanish."