Of course not. 

Still, the truth effect is still on for even this, and going here would be the sort of buisness relationship she's describing but...

Regardless. 

Presumably going to go for the Perfecting Elixir, and the classic - it seems like on the longer term it can offer all the benefits of the options granted there, I would think, and quite a lot more, but that's more incidental 'til we see more.

Onwards. 

"Fall and Winter, if you'd please?"

"Of course!"

She rattles off the descriptions of each of the places, activities and items on offer swiftly and surely. 

- The super skill, spirit talking and artifact upgrade seem like that makes Sunsleep a sho-in, and getting a home that has the sort of guarantees that a place that fortified has seems right, especially if we can finagle 'renovations' and do a bunch of things that aught to be very possible with any number of the tricks we'd get through this so... 

Alright let's type the 'build' out... 

No point in hesitating, though asking after clarification would be wise enough.  

Spring: Feast of Myth + Visit Creation's Keyhole 
Summer: Perfecting Elixir + The Classic
Autumn: Sunsleep's spirit-talking, superskill (Knowledge of the Light), Supercraftsman augmentation (The Classic)
Winter: Black City (All)

"This would work, right? Our... ontological experience is a little weird from our plurality, and it seems like we might end up shapeshifting and such, so I'm not sure how that would work with the Immortal Steel option?"

"We take pride in our capability to ensure compatibility. The quality of the craftwork and the adaptation systems of the mage-smith's creation are more then adequate to allow the enhancements to persist through any form that you take that notionally possess something that may be treated as the same arm, and that's a perfectly satisfactory itinerary! Once you feel satisfied that you've answered all of the questions you need addressed before embarking, please mentally designate any possessions you wish to take with you and communicate your desire to begin your trip."

...Don't super have much? 

There's a handful of nice dresses - they'll need to be retailored, at the very least, but oh well. Some nice t-shirts of fandoms I've appreciated, and two pillows and a blanket I still love, after everything. 

I'll take the laptop too, for some notes and logs, especially if I can get that exported and all. 

As for questions...

"...Our medical needs will be covered on the trip, right?"

I stim a bit, and take a moment to avoid cowering, and only mostly succeed.

"We take the health and wellness of our guests and crew extremely seriously. You'll have all the access you need to our extensive medical facilities." 

"...Okay."

Crying won't hurt, probably? 

It... doesn't feel real, even in my head. 

Still.

"Beam me up~"

A smile springs unbidden to our face at the chance to get. this. happening!

There's a transition of grey light and a moment ended then begun, and a seemingly endless hall of clean chrome and smooth lights, flanked with countless doors and pathways. The Attendant is right there, ready to answer any and all questions.

"Could you please point us towards the medbay?"

I flinch, a little, shoulders hunching as my hands fidget behind my back. I don't naturally cower too much, but I'm shy and this is new and this is big.

"There's no need! Feel free to walk in whichever direction you desire, and you'll end up where you intend. You can also request a screen and interact with the ship's systems anywhere on the Galaxia, if you wish to look at the list of facilities on offer. I'm going to be your primary contact if you wish to discuss anything with a person about the arrangements of your stay, but there's a wide variety of staff available at through the communications system. Please don't be worried about imposing or interrupting - the serendipity matrix is more then capable of ensuring that you'll be able to recieve the services you require without disruption."

I nod, acknowledging, and take my leave. 

Sure steel bends beneath my feet, neon lights streaking down like falling stars around me, each step placing us on a new contortion of the structure of gleaming metal and enfolding lights. 

It's natural, in a way that only a thing made by sapient hands could be.

And then it ends, a doorway of star white parting before us into the medbay. 

The room is clean and white - so pure and clear that it's closer to an abstract void then a place that intuitively feels like a room. The ventilation is especially excellent, and a field of soft tingling orange light slides along her skin for a moment before stopping. With a bit of attention, she can feel the positive pressure keeping the air flowing out of the space, and see the thin glass panes around each of the surgical beds, and the slots in the ceiling that presumably contain more elaborate instrumentation then the simple items attached to the surgical beds themselves. 

A single woman watches her arrive, and strides over. 

"Hello. I'm Senra, and I will be your Physician today. You must be the Guest of Honor?" 

"I - we are, yes."

"Come sit. I imagine you and your system have a good number of questions." 

I walk over, and then hop lightly onto the bed. It's plush and soft, in a way that feels more like a sinfully soft couch then a medbed, but it's still reassuring, keeping my eyes on her all the while.

"Would you like me to cover the standard questions now? I know that many guests from outside contacted civilizations have a number of standard questions about the practicalities, and rightly so." 

I nod, not really trusting myself to speak. 

"Firstly, regardless of the details, the Galaxia is warded against illness and diseases to a level of quality high enough to ensure that there will be no issues aboard, or persisting between trips. including any issues about infecting others." 

She strolls around the table, and palms a projected pad, scrolling through pages of documentation. 

"I'm not personally familiar with the implementation here, but I have enough background in the principles that I'm confident answering the questions I expect you'll have on the topic." 

She inclines her head, and looks forward, straightening her spine a little. 

"Secondly, any injury you experience can be fixed swiftly and easily, and any spiritual exertion you partake in will be non-invasively monitored for signs of over-exertion and addressed with the Galaxia's communication and analysis systems. Following any warnings that you recieve should be more then sufficient to ensure you don't sustain anything more then the normal strain associated with healthy exertion, and even in the case that you partake in some training method or get assailed outside the ship itself, nearly anything can be remedied through the surgical suite, including brain damage, genetic diseases and exotic effects incurred through specialized tools designed to be difficult to heal and overtraining through the occult practices available at the locations provided.

Thirdly, you shouldn't experience any diseases due to the nanotechnological vaccination system that's automatically administered to all aboard. Please feel free to request fertility control or any maintenance product you would like - finding superior options or fabricating equivalent formulations is simple for us."

She tuts slightly. 

"But I figure you aren't especially here for that speech?"

"No." 

I breathe out. 

"I'm not." 

"Quite understandable. Still, I hope that's something of a weight off your shoulders." 

She smiles slightly.