"Ha."

"What is the deal with the grown-up homeopathic embryos."

"- homeopathic embryos? What's that?"

"She means me.  I'm not clones; I'm arbitrary material objects with a star cloud inside."

"Yeah, I can do that. Preliminary pilot experiments are uncomfortable for the stars I incarnate though."

"Huh."

"Yeah. Plus I can't disentangle the clouds at all, which is why there are so many of Felicity, but it's a convenient trait in an assistant."

"He means me; I'm Felicity.  Also most of me is much happier together than they ever were apart."

"Good for you, I guess."

"Thanks!"

"I'm glad you're a cozy cloud of yourselves."

"Me too!  And I guess now I probably don't all have to hide away since you already know about me.  But how did you see all my bodies in the first place?  I thought I got them in there very quickly."  A few Felicities start filing out of the shuttle.

"I own binoculars."

"Binocularing people who think they are unobserved is a kind of sketchy use of your campground."

"Hosting a crowd of weirdly matchy people with wings and four arms out of a mysterious flying machine is also kind of a sketchy use of my campground."

"You said it's free to use and do not exactly have a 'no flight' sign up."

"Well, normally I just use the 'nocs to watch birds and check on fires, and that was kind of both what with the wings and how something that odd is decently likely to explode somehow.  - I don't have to justify myself to you.  Buzz off."

"Literally?"

"Literally what."

"Are you kicking us out or just cutting off that line of conversation."

"Second one."

"Fair enough. Do you have further questions or comments?"

"I do!  What's your name and how can we contact you?"

"Netra Florentina.  I live over there."  She gestures with a tilt of her head.