That gets her to laugh.  ::Yeah, you could.::

::How does building stuff work around here, anyway...?::

::Assuming you want to match the other buildings, which I'd prefer, we'll order in some barrels of powdered adobe and some bales of hay, and mix them with water to make a paste; I'll clear out a foundation with telekinesis that we can pour that into, and then we'll make bricks with it for the walls, and if you want more than one story we'll reinforce those with metal so they can take the load, and then once everything's settled and dry the roof just rests on beams on top, is the basics of it structurally. I'll need to run pipes for water and sewer and either run wires from our existing generator or get you your own - I don't know off the top of my head if we have enough capacity for a second house on this one. Or if you want to be farther away we might get you your own septic tank and dig you another well, in which case we'll have construction droids in for a few days to handle that. And if you want to build with something other than adobe I'll need to read up on it but that's an option if you want it.::

::That sounds about right.  And as far as power goes, I know the Watchtower was a refitted Green Lantern fortress, which implies being able to plonk my Lantern into something to make it charge stuff...Well, assuming that still works over here.::

::Like, electrical stuff? That'd be convenient. It's not a big deal to get you a generator, though.::

She shakes out the shirt, sending a flurry of bits of embroidery thread onto the bed, and gives the sleeves one last look-over, picking off a few remaining threads. ::Here.:: She passes the shirt, now an uninterrupted dark heather grey, over to Diana.

"...thank you."

And she'll just...pull that shirt on real quick, not caring too much if Pradnakt sees anything - though she does turn around, first.

::The yellow was...disconcerting, because I'm not a Yellow Lantern.  And the big boss of the Yellows has a whole thing with my world's Greens, because there is nothing normal about my home planet, so...I have some weird instincts.  I swear, it's a cosmic weirdness magnet, or possibly cursed and blessed in equal measure, as far as I'm concerned.  Powerful aliens everywhere, super-geniuses who're paranoid to the point of stupid about said aliens, Batman, a bunch of people whose gimmick is archery of all things, functioning...A fucking boxing-glove arrow should not even fucking work and I am upset that someone who'd try and make one is somehow part of the assembly of 'Earth's mightiest heroes' when I had to go behind their backs and coordinate a rescue mission for someone they didn't even know had been kidnapped to get them to admit I was remotely competent for fieldwork.::

::Bureaucracy's always a mess, I hear. But if the yellow is all, you should be fine until Daisy gets out to get you your own clothes, I only have a few things with yellow or gold. Lots of red, but - well, it'll only be a few days.::

::Yeah, but it's not bureaucracy - it's the League's frontliners.::

::...I don't mind red so much, honestly?  I get angry pretty often myself.  I just can't let it rule me like Reds do.  And a lot of them...have legitimate grievances, you know?::

::I mean, I don't, but it doesn't surprise me. Anyway, sounds like you could use a journal to get some of this down into. Or tell it to Nine, if you want a listening ear, he's good at that.::

::Maybe.  Kvetching doesn't work very well when I feel unheard, though.  So I might go do that at Nine.  Wouldn't expect a journal to help much, that's just talking to myself.  And I already know what I think about things, you know?::

::You might be surprised, but yeah, it's not the same. I'll have Daisy introduce you - I ought to be getting to bed, myself.::

::Yeah.  Though, when you wake up, I want to hear more about this 'the Force wants me here' thing.  Seems like something to ask you and not those it seems to refuse to speak to.::

::I don't actually know any more than that, and there may not be much more, but I can see if it'll give me anything. It's mostly just - of all the places on all the worlds, you landed fifty feet from me. That's not just happenstance, and the Force does work through apparent coincidences.::

::I wouldn't have thought there to particularly be that sort of not-a-coincidence in play, but if the expert in whatever field of bullshit you're dealing with today says it's actually not a coincidence, you listen, or you get fucked up, in my line of work.::

She shrugs. ::I'm not worried about it. The Force doesn't usually have some grand plan, it just makes people lucky sometimes - mostly why it matters is that I trust it not to screw me over by putting you here. But I'll check in the morning, sure.:: She scoots up toward the head of the bed to make room to pull down the blanket, not fully getting into bed yet but giving a clear signal that it's time for Diana to go.

::Sleep well.::

And she steps out.

Daisy follows after a moment. "Did you want to come with me for my morning chores? I'll be watering the plants and taking care of the chickens and goats."

"I think, that if I'm going to be designing a house, I probably ought to familiarize myself with how your computers and architectural software and blueprints and - so on, work, here.  And the details of the local environment...really wish my Ring was working, it had some very impressive do-what-I-mean tech, and so much raw compute.  And it's not like Batman isn't equally bullshit, but he's a different sort of bullshit than Oan tech is."

"We don't have a computer like that here, but I can show you around the area once I'm done with the garden and the animals if you'd like."

"...Hold on, let me make sure I understood what you said correctly.  'You don't have a computer like that here' implies multiple possibilities, all of which have me...almost worried about the state of general-purpose computation in this galaxy.  What's the sort of computer or computer peripheral you're lacking, exactly?"

"General-purpose computers exist, ma'am, we just don't have enough of a use for one for it to be worth getting one. I can order one in, if you'd like."

"...How do you...not have enough of a use for..."

"...Is it networking, that doesn't exist?"

"That's most of the reason, yes - well, a combination of a network connection being fairly expensive to arrange for a location a hundred miles from the nearest settlement on a planet that's too sparsely populated for networking satellites to be practical, and the fact that having a meaningful network presence would be a security risk - Pradnakt has enemies among the other Sith."

"...I'm kind of surprised that there's enough manpower in their intelligence services to even find anyone just based on traffic analysis.  Or is it really good algorithmic search and weight of compute?"

"I'm not sure how comfortable she'd be with me discussing her security situation with you. In any case, she's not very interested in the internet or computers, so it wasn't a hardship not to have anything more powerful than a datapad."

"...Something about the nature of this being a discussion about the mistress of the house's security situation doesn't quite scan, but I'd hardly want to endanger her.  ...Although there's another question of how much compute-per-volume y'all have with those datapads?"