"It makes sense that English wouldn't have the concept.  It's the sort of thing I natively expect to change on its own over time rather than via intervention, is the main thing.  Including intervention from the One."

"I mean, I got that part, but why do things change on their own without intervention in this way?"

"I don't have much of a non-tautological answer to that.  It's the way things are, and when things change, the way things are also changes.  Just with a bit of delay."

"Huh. Well. I hope it changes fast. Should I go ahead and do the next batch now, do you reckon?"

"Does anyone else have any further questions or concerns," she says in several languages, and makes sure it gets passed along to those who don't understand any of them.

"Do the apartments lock?" Floor Guy wants to know.

"Yes but I can make keys if you become unresponsive for a weird amount of time or anything."

Someone else: "Where are the keys?  Is there anything stopping someone from taking a bunch of them?  Can we move apartments later if we decide we don't like our first one?"

"The keys to the receiving rooms don't currently exist, I can just make them if I need to, you can lock them from inside only. I am not going to insist that you continue to live in your first apartment forever. I do not especially have anything lined up to prevent people from taking the keys out of a dozen apartments, do I need anything like that?"

"Wouldn't . . . them not existing . . . prevent someone from stealing them?" asks one of the translation telephoners.

"The apartments and houses are currently unlocked, with keys to their locks inside. This place I made for you all to lie down in while you get used to being alive again has locks, that you can twiddle from the inside of each doorknob, and then unlock again before you exit the room; the keys don't exist because you will not need them to use these rooms as intended. However, if you faint or something, I will be able to create keys for these locks as well."

The translation telephoner looks like maybe she's going to start crying but she holds composure.

"Is there food in the houses, or will you make it when you come to make the furniture?  What about after that?"

"There are some canned things in the grocery stores and I can make anything else you want. In the long run we're going to want cargo transit between here and the surface, of course."

"Which way?"

"Do the elevators just go to some random spot on Antarctica?  How will things get there or wherever they're going from there?"

"Nearest grocery store is over there." Point. "I have not yet, but will soon, make a port and whatnot on the relevant bit of Antarctica."

"Which way is cargo transit important," the first person clarifies.  "Can't you just go places to make things wherever?"

"Yes but there is only one of me and it may or may not be the case that more of me can be introduced."

"Do birthdays all have the same powers on your world, or different ones?"

"Birthdays do not have any effects in my world."

"So you mean everyone can do that."

"No, it's a species thing, but everyone in my species can."

"But, what, you only trust the ones who're you?  If you can't get any of those will someone else work?"

"- none of them are me, birthdays don't do anything and nothing else does the thing that your birthdays do either, we just don't have that and are all individuals. I will be happy to attempt to source additional people of my and other useful species but I don't know yet if it will be technically possible for them to commute here."

"Then why did you say they were you - " She doesn't look close to crying but she's tugging at her hair a little.

"Sorry, I meant, more of me in the sense that they could serve my magical role."

"Well, it sounded really misleading," she grumbles.

"I have a question," a previously silent and somewhat burly guy remarks.  " - But it can wait until everyone else is done."  No one else has any more immediate comments; some of them peel off to go exploring or lie down.  "Can my dog move here?  Or - I don't think I have anyone who would have taken her in; she might have been put down or somethin' already . . ."