It is noticeable that even very similar materials have noticeable different crystal-data textures. She could confuse two if she was absent enough, but there is a definition to it that is comparable to sight.

Everyone is very happy about not getting scurvy! Did she happen to pack clean water? They got some from a stream, boiled it, then crystallized it to create more. It hadn't made them sick so far. They would like cleaning products as well.

Crystallizing liquids requires to completely encasing them, so they don't flow away when one pushes the crystal into them. It's harder than doing into a solid. Henry mentions that doing for gases is even harder, even professionals might never get the hang of it.

"Too many ideas, is a better problem than the opposite, at least." He says working on the suitcase. "How an artisan does this without magic?"

"Tools.  And then tools that make tools.  And then tools that make tools that make tools.  And then making tools that can use themselves!  Artisanry is basically obsolete; the factory-line is the king of production."

She has some personal hygiene products!

"Replicating pre-boiled water ought to be fine as long as there's no, like, lead; I can see about making water that's Only Water but you're actually supposed to have some of the trace minerals."

"Your world is fascinating." It's far from being the first time he thinks about it. "I remember that Only Water being a problem in the long run? I am not sure rainwater has that problem too? Regardless, I think we should start making some simple tents using the raincoat material? I think they would be easy to expand until we have something comfortable for everybody."

"Rainwater and streamwater, if boiled, should be healthy-enough for everybody.  And yeah, tents.  Never camped myself, but it normally goes something like - " she grows out a classic triangular tent in wireframe - "this, and then you have some stakes you hammer into the ground for stability."

"Oh, good. We can just grow the stakes into the ground instead of hammering them."

"Yeah, I suppose that'd work; you could also flare the base out so they stick better."

"Yeah. I was thinking of something organic, like a root."

Another Henry steps forwards. "That sounds like a group project. How many people can fit inside one?"

"Heck if I know; I wouldn't try more than three.  Depends on how comfortable they are being close to eachother.  I am basically entirely not."

"Roots....would also work?  Maybe do both."

"Me and Gabes share." Henry informs.

"Oh, they so share." A Claudia comments.

She lets out a huff of half-strangled laughter, finding herself somehow wildly unprepared for that comment.  "Good for you, then!  I'll see if I can improvise some soundproofing, shall I?"

The two Henries blush. The Claudia snorts. "Well, uh. Anyway. Let's get going."

"That sounds reasonable.

"...I'd prefer to have my own tent for...reasons not non-adjacent to that.  If that impacts decisionmaking.  And I could elaborate but am so used to at best circumlocuting discussions of sexuality that I'd...rather leave that private unless it's directly relevant.  It's playing rather harshly against my desire for efficient use of space, but it is my raincoat, I suppose."

Both Henries raises their hands.

"You don't have to explain yourself."

"You can have your own space," says the other Henry.

"...Thanks.  That's...good of you."  She manages to briefly relax, before spinning back into work-mode.

"So...we are accommodating how many preference sets and how many bodies?  If we can sort that out, we can get things done more efficiently, I think, and being as we're on any amount of time limit to use the - ah, spare materials, I brought with me...I really need to figure out if it's inefficiency in nutrition-per-massvolume that's what means you can't net calories with crystprocessing; there's some pretty calorie-dense ways to make food.  Fruits, on the other hand, are almost all water, y'know?"

While she's thinking of medical needs, a thought strikes her -

"We should all get datacrystals of eachothers' blood, in case someone's severely wounded.  And I know - of, at least - some sewing techniques that should help pull bad gashes together...

"Not sure how much I can help with broken bones, but the body's actually half decent at fixing that if you can line it up right.  And I don't have antibiotics, so our best hope is 'don't get sick in the first place'; cleaning wounds with pure water or sufficiently potent alcohol will have to do.  ...At least I have bandaids and any sort of painkiller...Should probably look for - ah, fuck.  I will not have the requisite botany knowledge to make natural medicine worth doing as anything beyond a last-ditch effort, and certainly not anywhere near enough generalized biochemistry knowledge for actually using useful plants.  ...And there I go again."

"The calories limitation with crystal creation is that it requires a degree of efficiency that one needs to learn how to overcome. And while we haven't been here for long, we have been largely trying to learn crystal magic and keeping ourselves fed. On top of the other survival needs," one of the Henries says.

"And a good chunk of that was like, fucking processing that the whole cloning thing," The Claudia says, not making eye contact with the other.

"The two of us, know some first aid from basic training," a Vera adds, "but it was conditional on being able to access supplies. Also, blood is both a liquid and a living thing. Storing datacrystals of it might not be a bad idea, but it might not be immediately useful."

"Yeah, that'd be...Well, I like to hope I'd take it pretty well but I'd certainly nonetheless find it strange."

"Right, Vera, I'll get you the stuff I have to copy.  Adhesive bandages, absorbent padding, plus a mild painkiller and an allergy-suppressant."

The people here knew about the possibility that something like this cloning accident could happen, and yet they weren't really prepared.

They are glad that this dramatically increases their arsenal against disease and injuries. At any rate, they can sort who gets to "room" with whom as they go along, thus they can start the process of creating their shelter.

She tries to be prepared for everything.  She's failed, of course, and will continue to fail, because there's only one of her and she can only do so much - but she sure is trying, regardless.

Eventually, the Gabes and Henries return from their time away with some firewood. They quietly join the shelter-making activity.

"How's the forage going, anyway?  If there's a spare bit of fruit I should probably try and take it apart for the sugars.  ...Maybe even - no, I'm not going to even mention the thought I actually just had, too - one step away from the Donner party, and we aren't that desperate anyway.  ...Wonder how hard making a perpetual power crystal would be.  Just needs..."

She lets the thought trail off.  "Not helpful right now; secure the present then build for the future.

"We should probably start planting seeds near here.  Not like we won't have fertilizer to grow things with.  Or what's everyone doing for, uh, waste disposal, as was?  If it's not just left in a hole in the ground that gets covered after?"

"You're right on the last one." He makes a face. "We have, uh, reserved an area that we don't think it's near any water sources." He points.

"What is a Donner party?" Claudia asks.

They have spare bits of fruits. Foraging has been mostly being, not terrible, though hardly great. But that is more to do with variety and the harsh conditions. Protein is their main issue.

"Well.  If we really need protein, and I don't believe we necessarily do, mind you - a human does contain all the essential materials for, well, sustaining a human.  If we really need meat...well, you can actually vat-grow human cells.  Let alone what trickery crystals permit.

"...As far as waste disposal, have you thought of, um.  Crystaling at it, at least for the solids?"

Everyone collective makes a disgusted face. Both Claudias yell, "No!" And seem annoyed at their synchronicity.

"Lucy, you have to understand that while using crystals isn't tiring to you yet, it does consume energy. You're asking everyone to put extra painful effort to do things while they are already tired, sunburning, missing home..." He seems to be losing his train of thought.

"Yeah, that." Vera-2 says in a tone that concludes that line of thought. "And we do know about these possibilities, Lucy. They're just... harder to do than the options."