Reavers are a spacer myth. Some people say they're magic of some kind; others that they're just normal people who went crazy. Either way they're supposed to be horrible rapist cannibals that attack lone spaceships out on the Rim. 

"That could work! I wonder if we can find a camera somewhere there aren't actual people and I can turn into a giant crab."

"Something like that, yeah. When we're ready." About how many spaceships are there in operation.

Millions. 

Wow! Population of the 'verse?

46,927,459,000

Wow! She supposes that stands to reason. What's transit time like between planets? Ticket prices?

Transit time between planets (and inhabited moons) can be anywhere from hours to weeks, depending on how close together they are. 

Hmmm supposing she doesn't care to travel steerage what would it cost to get to, say, a Core world from here if she wished.

Depends on how fast she wants to get there; if she's alright with taking a while longer, she can make multiple jumps between intermediate planets somewhat cheaper and maybe pay some of the cost in plat if she wants; if she wants a direct flight, it'll cost about as much in creds (based on what she's paid for things so far) as a flight to China would in 2006. 

"Okay, we can get out of here on a not totally ridiculous number of pearls."

"That is good to know. What number would be considered ridiculous."

"I'd be really sick of the sensation after a few batches of fifty."

She makes a face. "Makes sense." 

"Or maybe I'd get used to it, I guess. Still."

"Still. Anyway. I think I'm ready to either find a hotel or a camera no one else's looking at whenever you are."

"Already? Really?"

"--I mean, I don't--know what else there is to do with an internet, I guess; I have the immediate answer to the question I had..."

"The existence of a feedback form?"

"--Well, using the feedback form would be the next step, and I can't do the feedback form until I've done something magic on camera. Possibly I should...have more steps planned first. Since things aren't going to go out of control at every possible point probably. Because this isn't London."

"If you go turn into a giant crab on camera they might, actually."

"Oh. Okay." She takes a deep breath. "It's difficult, being this far out of the context I'm used to."

"I think what's throwing us isn't your lack of planned steps but your lack of contingency plans."

"Oh. Contingency plans like if they don't take the form seriously enough to check the cameras?"

"If someone's watching the cameras, and comes to where you are being a giant crab right away and not after you send a letter."

"I turn back, pull my dress back on and run away."