"It might be useful for this one of me to have a vehicle available, if I'm staying here instead of going back with you."

"Sure, whaddaya want?"

"A sky blue and white Lundares Vas convertible?  The . . . hm, the 786 CK Arena, please."

"Assuming that the model adequately determines where each of those colors go on it -" Poof.

It appears to be an existing colorway.  For some reason its appearance causes Felicity to start giggling harder than any of her current bodies have had occasion to before.

"If this car is remarkable enough to get you pulled over I'm not sure it was advisable."

"I hope not; it's a little new and fancy but I don't think enough for that.  It's just - when some of my kids would say, oh, 'I want Admiral Crispy's', or ask for an expensive toy, I would always respond with 'And I want a blue Lundares Vas convertible'.  And now I have one, just like that, and also we're going to make it so that every kid can have name-brand cereal and formerly-expensive toys.  And the adults, too.  So, thank you for my new expensive toy."

"You're welcome," Cam says, awag.

"I think I'll take it for a test drive.  I haven't actually been in one before."

"I hope it handles nicely."

And he will leave chez Princess and go figure out how to... ah, he needs to meet the liaison from Verona, how should he be managing that...

He has a phone number and a physical address and an email address for her!  (It's a weird email address, instead of an @ symbol there's something that spirals the other way and looks a bit like an o with an n around it.)

That is a weird email address! He will text her to ask for as-the-shuttle-flies directions to the address.

He gets a very prompt response.  If he faces Polaris and turns a bit left he'll get to the local equivalent of the Great Lakes ("the Magna Lakes") and they're just before those.  Her office is on this side of a nearby smaller lake next to these landmarks.  He can land on the roof if that's convenient and if the shuttle weighs less than this large amount.

Cool. In that case he will let Felicity know where he's going. "Should I bring a you, it doesn't seem obviously overdetermined either way."

"It . . . seems like a good idea to get at least one of me in Vespuricca?  I might not want to stick around in Verona specifically."

"Okay, saddle up then." And off to the Greatish Lakes.

Here are the lake and the landmarks and the lady!  Waiting on the roof, dressed sharply but not over-formal.

Cam lands gently and trips getting out of the shuttle and pops up again. "Morning."

"Good morning, and welcome to Verona.  I'm Andrea."  She performs not-quite-a-curtsy with a flourish.  "We're looking forward to working with you."

Felicity waves back, a beat late.

"I'm Cam. Forgive me if I don't bow, I've already hit my quota for falling over."

"A simple enough request.  Will you come in?"

"Why not." In he goes.

The walk down the stairs has a nice view out over the water, with lots of autumn foliage visible on the other side in between clusters of tallish non-skyscrapers.  Andrea's office has quietly nice decor with lots of steel grey and a cluster of plush armchairs.

(Felicity is too professional to visibly panic with this body.  Elsewhere, she pulls over.)