"Are you okay?"

Okay, so -

Fact the first - the (alleged) daeva-outsider does not (or claims to not) be familiar with magic, Avistan, Golarion, or most of the planes she knows about.

Fact the second - it is (allegedly) possible to summon his kind of being with a diagram, and (allegedly) security against this is obscurity.

Fact the third - based on the strength of that aura, a god (or something with godlike power) used a teleportation effect on the daeva-outsider (and also Vakt) less than half a moment after he arrived, to send them... wherever they are now.

"...would you describe yourself as having destructive or destabilizing capabilities?", she asks, a bit unsteadily.

"...I mean, I wouldn't put it on my business cards - sorry, that translates as individual words but not a whole concept - you could say that, sure."

"I think that maybe Someone noticed? And they sent us here instead." 

(Celestial has a clear distinction between someone and Someone.)

"Like you think that literally happened five minutes ago," he clarifies.

...nod. "It maybe could have been an archmage, or some similarly powerful entity..." (She doesn't know enough about magic to be sure about where exactly the line is, but.)

"Okay, uh, in the spirit of listing things we are and are not familiar with, that is not a thing I would have expected or a kind of entity I'd anticipate meeting."

"Your world doesn't have gods, then?" It's hard to imagine what that would be like.

"It does not appear to, no, though that doesn't stop some people."

"The interventions of our gods are not the kind of thing where you could be uncertain about their existence. The major ones all have - domains, things they care about and want, and they act on the world with those interests in mind, usually via empowered followers." Her hand brushes against the string of coins she's wearing around her neck.

"...lotta religious people at home say there used to be more obvious miracles and they've backed off for some reason since the relevant historical period but I take it that is not what you mean."

She nods. "I'm a cleric of Kofusachi - the spells I can cast are tiny pieces of His power, bestowed to me. I can show you a basic one."

"What's it do?"

"The obvious orisons - spells weak enough to use freely - I have right now are Create Water and Light." (The Celestial names for these spells are about as straightforward as the English ones.)

"Well, if I were you I wouldn't create a lot of water in zero gravity." He is adjusting his wings a little in the constant wind so as not to be blown away from her nor directly smack into her.

Hmmm? Oh, because there's nowhere for it to go. That's sensible. She nods.

Light. She taps her notebook; it begins to glow.

"I could make us a little spaceship with artificial gravity. And no exterior lights so we could get photos of whether there's anything within umpteen light-years of here."

"...I'm unfamiliar with that type of ship and did not know gravity could be manufactured. How would you make it?" 

"Magic."

Well, yes, but she was hoping for more a bit more useful context than that most people are not at their best after being coercively teleported into the void. And he might not want to tell her what all he can do.

"Having somewhere to stand would be nice, but you would know the tradeoffs better than me," she says neutrally. 

"Well, I can’t get rid of the ship after but that seems probably not a problem." He glances at her feet so the floor can be under them. A capsule grows into place around them. He was slightly "higher" than her, and stumbles as the gravity kicks on, catching himself with a wing flare.

(He can't get rid of it? Isn't matter conjuration temporary -) this train of thought gets derailed as a spaceship appears around her.

She also stumbles as the gravity kicks on, but the floor appearing under her feet stops her from tripping, which is good, because her attention is on the ?room? she finds herself in, not her balance!

Carpet, leather piloting chairs with narrow backs, screens and slots and gizmos, a couple doors. He tucks his little light into his jeans pocket, since there's lights in the ceiling.

It takes Vakt a few moments to take this all in!

She stares at the ?illusion screens?, temporarily overwhelmed by familiar thought patterns.