The hovercraft is already turning away, but as she watches it loops behind a pillar of sandstone, pausing for a few moments behind the rudimentary cover before coming into view again and making its way toward her. The black-garbed figure driving it stops the machine a minute's walk away, settling it onto its kickstand so that she can dismount and approach, watching warily.

She doesn't look like much of a threat, honestly; she looks like she's been through the wringer already, and it's a miracle she's not injured in a way that fucks up walking.

On the other hand, with the way the indigo-blue glow is concentrated around her wounds, even as the figure approaches, she could probably become a threat, given time.

Time she doesn't have, and seems to know she doesn't, given how that glow stops, and she leans heavily upon the strange, glowing indigo staff she carries.

...

"I don't suppose you speak English."

It's not a question; she's just...hoping, despite her worst day ever, and the way she clearly expects to be disappointed.

"Because despite the way you look like a Caucasian human, I'm somewhere different enough that my Ring's broken."

She continues, confident in her counterpart's incomprehension, and so tired.

"So."

Indigo glows and - ::Greetings-salutations-contact.  Request-hope-believe: (Not-fighting)-collaboration-armistice?::

The woman stops walking when Diana speaks, but doesn't seem to understand her. She flinches slightly at the indigo communication, but then shuts her eyes and replies - ::Acknowledgement. Query-regarding-intentions.:: And after a brief pause, ::query-regarding-immediate-needs (medical, other).::

...Diana viscerally reacts to the flinch, eyes going wide, as she stifles some sort of noise - but she can't stop the undertone of concern-for-her-interlocutor that leaks in to the next bursts of thoughts-words-concepts, even as she does manage to make it feel less...that way, thanks to Pradnakt's example.

::Helping.::  There's a whole bundle of things tied up in that, reflexive enough that they can't not be honest.  That they happen to involve people with fantastical powers even Jedi or Sith don't have, facing off against equally fantastical threats, and wielding technology that's simply absurd, cold-guns and tornado-machines and arbitrary mimickry - technology that could shake galaxies - is nonetheless something one might reflexively doubt, if they hadn't seen this woman appear out of nowhere with their own eyes, and perhaps even then.

...and when Pradnakt gets around to asking if she has medical needs, she fires back a ::Request-query-curiosity: Medical-supplies-technology-practices (with some of her own attached, a mix of the semi-mystical Light bullshit and practical field medicine under quite varied conditions, much done with minimal Ring-slinging); needs(other) food (memories of an omnivorous diet...) water (dihydrogen monoxide, she knows the chemical structure...) shelter (a bed, indoors (her bed, under a mountain...))::

She doesn't observably react to the claim of implausible technology - it's not exactly unheard of for people with unusual powers to be less than fully sane, and while she doesn't specifically get that impression here (well, beyond the obvious naivety, anyway) she has no particular reason to get into a debate about it.

In response to the query about medical tech she sends an impression of a hospital, vague enough to suggest that she's never actually been in one but tinged with expectations of highly advanced tech, and also colored by an impression of enough distance to be largely inaccessible; she also sends an impression of her own medical skill - a solid understanding of the basics, but not much more, and quite limited actual experience and available resources - and of a third option that's near enough to be potentially useful, albeit still limited to basic functions like stabilizing broken bones and distributing antibiotics.

...She could probably benefit from a clinic, and she doesn't have vaccinations for whatever, though - after a moment of sharp worry, and a flare of indigo light - she communicates, with a bit of an embarrassed overtone, that she doesn't think either of them are going to catch something debilitating from the other, no matter that she can't be as sure as she'd want to because her Ring is somehow broken --

::Apology.  Frustration.::

...

::Concern-for-other: desire-avoidance-?flashback?::

::Confidence-regarding-safety-from-disease,:: she sends, and then ::mild-annoyance-at-meddlesomeness,:: with a muted sense that there's much more going on there.

She opens her eyes and goes back to the vehicle, bringing it up to where Diana is standing: there's only one seat, but it's long enough for two if they don't mind being very much in one another's personal space; the woman has settled herself at the back of it.

...She eyes this dubiously, but, with some embarrassment, gets herself situated - after a hissed swear-word as the way she shifts herself tugs on a stitch (and reveals a gash through her dark-and-indigo outfit, where armor must not have covered) - then continues the...conversation?

::Not-meddling-intent, desiring-being-considerate.::

Once Diana is settled, the vehicle starts moving again, turning to go out past the previously-looped-around pillar and approach the heavily decorated silvery humanoid figure who's walking away from it, keeping it between herself and Diana's previous position. The woman pulls the vehicle up beside the figure, and spends a few seconds conversing with her; they seem to be discussing logistics. At the end of it, the metal woman turns back toward the pillar and the speeder starts moving again, back to where it was coming from when Diana appeared.

Diana just...emanates sheepish apology in that silvery figure's general direction!

And then, while they're still having that conversation...

::Consideration: sidecar?::

She can make a basic sphere-with-a-seat-in-it, even with the - hastily-conjured - seatbelts, and will, to not leave one of her rescuers behind.

...huh. She stops the vehicle and sends ::query-regarding-confidence-in-abilities,:: along with a sense that her preferred configuration of things is Diana in the sidecar and the droid on the speeder proper.

::Embarrassment - sidecar-containing-self impossible (unmet precondition); regret.::

::Confidence: Very.  Duty, practice.::

::Hesitant consideration of alternate-harder ideas.::

"Mm," she says, and brings the speeder around to confer with the droid again; neither of them sound very confident in the sidecar.

::...Additional explanation.::

See, the reason she needs to be on the hovercraft is because maintaining a construct stationary to herself, or even moving it - (she sends images, Diana flying, (Ring on her finger and prominently involved,) connected to dozens of construct stretchers with people on) - is easier than connecting even one to other stuff (images of having to tie a construct rope to things).

"Mm," the woman says again, more neutrally, and then there's a fuller empathic message: Diana should stay where she is; the woman is going to get off the speeder and set the droid up to drive it, and she'll take the sidecar.

She doesn't stick around to wait for a reply, instead dismounting (there's an odd sourceless sensation of pressure that keeps Diana stable when this rocks the speeder a bit) and getting a wool blanket and a canteen full of water out of a compartment in the back of the speeder; the canteen goes to Diana after the woman takes a demonstrative sip, and the blanket gets tied around the droid's neck like a bib, covering the enameled flowers that decorate her torso. They continue to speak while this is happening; the droid still seems concerned about the situation but the woman is reassuring her.

Telepath having telekinesis too, check.

::Appreciation.::  The water is good, and she appreciates the steadying.

::Confidence - understanding-of-doubt::, she sends to the droid.  Even though she's a bit of a mess right now, even without her Ring, she's still an Indigo Lantern, and to fail at so base a task as keeping someone who is notionally in her care (for all that that's more the other way around in practice), safe is almost literally unthinkable - so it won't happen.  She doesn't know how much they know about how this works, but...It's an emotional thing, and she has plenty to spare.

::...Further consideration::  ...If she's worried about Diana having the capacity to hurt the other woman somehow...Well, there was that not-exactly-a-PTSD-flashback, but...beyond that, she literally can't do that unless there's some sort of blow-up-the-world plot she's presently being manipulated in service of; it's just not how Indigo light works.

The droid goes still when 'spoken' to, and says a few words to the woman, who pauses as well to stare at Diana.

::...Confusion?::  Is there some sort of anti-robot racism going on around here?  Her nominal boss is a robot, she's not going to think a person's lesser just because they're instantiated on circuitry instead of meat!  ::Realization - empathy-telepathy abnormality?  Explanation.::  After the absolute bullshit she had to go through to connect her Ring to others' Rings, starting out, she'd be downright embarrassed if she couldn't use the same trick to communicate with an actual robotic person.

::Telepathy-abnormality,:: she confirms. ::Mental-interactions-with-droids: considered-impossible.:: She's still staring.

::Explanation(bemused)::, the first thing they should know is that this isn't exactly telepathy as much as...the underlying pattern of thought she is using isn't 'let's send this thought to someone else's mind', as much as it is 'I wish this person could understand me'?  It's a reflective sort of thing, where her existing empathy and understandingness contributes to the model of the translation process - whereas most telepaths she knows rely on being able to just push thoughts at the recipient and hoping their brain is similar enough to puzzle it out.  And that's just not true for people who're running on circuitry, enough that standard telepathic senses are quite often blind to them - but the minds are still there.  They're just different.  And, not being normal herself...She actually tries to understand them.  She fixed the oven with empathy, once; it was surprisingly like soothing a stray cat.

Uh-huh.

"Mmnh," the woman comments, noncommittally, and goes back to what she was doing; it only takes a few more seconds, and then the droid takes her place behind Diana (the blanket pads the pokiness of her art enough to avoid outright pain, but it's still a bit uncomfortable to lean on her if Diana tries it) and the woman settles herself somewhat gingerly in the glowing sidecar, and they can be off.

"Mmm."  ::Uncertainty-in-fundamental-models, anyway.::

The ride can pass in mostly-silence, Diana surprisingly focused on admiring the terrain around them, but - true to her word - capable of maintaining the sidecar through even that distraction.

The woman only waits about five minutes before 'speaking' to Diana again: It's dangerous both to Diana and to bystanders for her to be seen to have powers, in this polity, so the plan is to take her back to the house and swap her obviously-power-based medical stuff for mundane, hook a trailer up to the speeder, and then they can get head into town to get her to the clinic. It's about a four hour ride each way to get to town and the group will be pretty limited in what they can do there - they can stop at the library, and pick up supplies if they don't mind terrorizing people a bit in the process, and that's about it - so if there's anything she's going to need in the next eight to ten hours besides the obvious (food, water, and they'll set up a bedroll for her in the trailer for the ride home) she needs to say so before they leave. In the longer run they can get Diana to the city for vaccines and anything else the clinic can't handle, but unless there's something particularly urgent that'll be at least a week or two; it's a three-day speeder trip to get there and they aren't prepared to leave the house unattended for that long at the moment.

It hwhat.  ::Confusion.  Reflexive incomprehension.  Shock, worry, anger determination.::  Nobody's getting hurt because of her and if the agents of this polity think they have something to say about that they have another think coming.  If she has to fix her bones with compassion, hope, her medkit, and duct tape, she will - it'll be unpleasant, sure, but to protect others, it's worth the pain.

It's darkly amusing, apparently, that Diana thinks she has a chance of managing that. More relevantly it's not an immediate danger, so unless she intends to take up residence indefinitely in this particular patch of sandy nowhere she's going to have a hard time doing anything about it at all. Best just to avoid the issue altogether, which isn't even particularly hard in this case - they already know the woman has powers, that'll provide enough cover if Diana's even a little circumspect. Lose the holo-constructs, don't telepathy at anyone, don't do anything else weird, and it'll be fine.