That is SUCH a weirdly phrased question, what is he supposed to DO with that.

"Not sure what standards would constitute okayness here, really.  Nothing exploded.  I have no specific policy improvements to suggest at this time."

Finger guns. "That's what we like to hear!"

He hands the car keys to Inga.

"I'll just go get settled in. Anything besides a clothing bundle and a notebook need a refresh?"

Schick has been watching way too much local TV and she does not really like how that's working out.

She takes the keys.

"Thanks! And nope, nothing else to replace. Have a good shift!"

And with that, she looks at Othrem, raises an eyebrow, and nods at the door.

...what if Othrem is, in fact, far from the first Other-Other to try to maintain a cover around here?

He will very much start to move in the indicated direction.

Inga will lead the way down the path and out to the parking spot, and open the passenger door of a vehicle very similar to this one, for Othrem to get in.

That is... probably a car??  But it is just -- aboveground, instead of in a cartunnel?  If the Aliens are stupider, how are they solving the level of machine learning problem associated with having cars navigate open environments?  Dath ilan can't do that!  Or are toddlers never allowed outside a house where they might toddle into the way of a car?  Othrem is currently confused.

Othrem will try to get into the indicated car-opening, more or less on autopilot.

"Do you need help with the seat-restraints? They're a little weird, but they are locally-legally-mandated."

"Here, you pull on this, and then you plug it into here." And she'll just lean right across him to show him where to put it.

A typical 25-year-old heterosexual male might notice, at this point, that Inga is female and soft and very close, and her hair is right there, and he had to get right up to it before he noticed but at this range it has a barely-detectable scent of flowers, and her sweater is soft, and she is a girl.

Is this still true of typical 25Ms who've been transported to another world and are being faced with confusing machinery with Alarming Implications?  How would they survive long enough to later reproduce with the women in question?

But, sure, Othrem can spend 5% of neural processing on noticing that... actually, make it 15% because of the earlier suddenly hug.

The other processing power is 60% Following Directions Correctly The First Time and 25% What Is Going On With This Weird Pseudo-Car, like, what is that giant wheel for, or all these other weird levers and controls sticking out at where Inga might otherwise want to, you know, sit.

...are these restraints here because the car accelerates so rapidly and jerkily that otherwise the passenger will fly around the car??!?

Matters of heterosexuality are forgotten.

...there is probably not any other way to get to the enclave, is there.

Oh No.

Having secured Othrem, Inga will close his door and go around and get in the driver's seat. She'll put on her own seatbelt and maybe she'll even get so far as to get the key into the ignition, before Othrem has Additional Questions...?

Asking questions would reveal that Othrem is alarmed more than she expects him to be!  He'd reveal the truth of his origins right now, if that was going to help anything, but Othrem does not see how it does!

How about if instead, Othrem is very carefully checking the connections on his seat restraints, and otherwise sort of looking a bit frozen and expressionless within his seat?

Inga sees that Othrem looks nervous and makes a wild guess.

"I know, it's weird, right? We're only driving on local streets at low speeds, and yet they're all antsy about seat-restraints... and then they half-ass it and only offer three-point restraints? Such weird compromises."

"Anyway, it's a short drive to the enclave."

She turns on the engine, checks her mirrors, and starts backing up.

Hahahahaha of course, that makes sense, the Aliens couldn't solve any machine learning problems so they just have HUMAN BRAINS DRIVING CARS.

And now Othrem is back to worrying about how intelligent she expected him to be, and how fast he was supposed to deduce things that most new arrivals deduce without anyone needing to tell it to them.  Like, hey, the last time they truedied in a horrible crash and a ball of fire they just ended up somewhere else perfectly healthy, so why worry that much about it happening again.

"Sounds fine," Othrem's mouth will say, as the rest of his body sits frozen.  "Nobody ever truedied of high-velocity impacts!"[intonation tag: falsehood]

Is he... okay... over there?

Well, not much she can do about it right at the moment.

She'll switch into forward gear and drive to the enclave, then.

"So the general concept is, we've bought up a small neighborhood. Well, most of a small neighborhood, there's one house of hold-outs... we'll find their happy-price eventually. I hope."

"Anyway we wanted it to be as close to the Arrival Cave as possible but there were a lot more already-constructed houses just a few minutes away, so we bought those, and then separately got the monitoring station, so we could respond quickly to new arrivals."

"About how many of you are there?"

"There are 177 of us. You make number 178!" Inga says cheerfully, and without a moment's hesitation.

"Do the natives know you're here?  Either individually, like the house-selling holdouts, or in the sense that their newscasts talk about it, or in the intermediate sense where prediction markets have started to update but the locals don't really know why?"

"The house-selling holdouts are an older couple who don't come outside much. We have approached them several times about buying them out but they just say no and close the door. They do sometimes peep out their window shades. I don't know how much they've figured out."

"Probably our neighborhood looks weird to various kinds of delivery people who come in, or to the corporations with all the data about who orders what. We have not particularly tried to obscure our footprint to anyone doing a thorough and systematic data analysis on patterns like that. Again, not sure any of them are paying attention though."

"We've never collectively been on the news that we're aware of, nor individually either."

"They don't really use prediction markets here, at least not much. They're very niche, and mostly about topics of interest to very large numbers of people - big political races, sporting events, and the sexual liaisons of famous people."

"Huh.  What's the state of their asset markets?  Or -- markets, period?  Have they invented money, or are they just bartering everything without having figured out a coherence-theorem about consistent bartering rates corresponding to global prices?"

Yawn. Inga super does not want to get into the intricacies of finance. Luckily, they're pulling up at the enclave now!

"Ha! They do have money, and securities, and markets, and of course fraud. If you want to talk about the finer points of macroeconomics, I am definitely not your girl, that's not my area."

She parks the car the driveway of one of the houses, releases both of their seatbelts, and gets out of the car.

This is not the whole enclave, just a part of it, but it's what Othrem can see as they park the car.

This is the most bizarre architecture Othrem has ever seen.  His brain is simultaneously exception-generating so many uninterpreted design features, apparent design inefficiencies, safety violations especially for wandering children, and sheer normality-violating ??? that he literally cannot speak.  There is an EXPOSED CAR TUNNEL running through the COMMON WALKING GROUNDS.

He will nonetheless get out of the car, having survived the trip, and follow Inga wherever she seems to be leading next.