"I hope it all works."

"Me too, even though this plan doesn't have me blowing anything into space."

"- why do you want to blow things into space?"

"Cause it'd be really cool! Like, " Vira mimes an explosion and makes a sound.

"You can put a huge amount of mass on top of a thick shock absorbing buffer plate thing and if you curve it so the plate sorta en-vel-opes the ex-plosion when it happens you can capture nearly all the energy from the explosion and you can get even more if you put a reflectivey kinetic material 'neath the thing and so you can set off a chain reaction with uranium, even using big rail guns to collide the bits of uranium to get it started and use that to ignite a bunch of hydrogen sorta - and then get it almost all transferred into kinetic energy which creates the BIGGEST push upwards and you can go so so fast and it'd be bad if you were going in the wrong direction if you didn't get to space but you'd get to space so easily and s'long as you're pointing not towards the sun there's so much time to angle and change where you're going with sail things and it's so cool and you can do it with things almost as big as you want and -"

(Vira will keep going on like this for sometime if they let her)

It's less effort than trying to figure out how to navigate more straightforwardly social attempts at interaction!

Eventually Vira notices they aren't talking much and checks to see if they have any questions.

Nope, not at all.

"Oh um. Want to talk about something you find interestin 'stead?"

"...like what?"

"I dunno, septic tanks?"

"We... already talked about those quite a bit."

"We don't actually have to talk about anything. We brought books," another red volunteers.

"Hm, oh do you not want to talk to me?"

"- I mean if there's something you want to know we can answer your questions -"

"Don't want you to answer my questions if you don't want to. Am sometimes bad at not-icing when people aren't 'cited about the things that I like. Sorry."

Vira is clearly sad about this.

"It's okay?"

"Don't want people to have a bad time just cause they're too nerv-ous to interr-upt me."

Reds shrug awkwardly.

Vira is sorta sad but amuses herself and works on figuring out how the ship works.

Eventually they arrive on the planet.

The reds' job is to get out, tromp around, and touch everything. They fan out in groups of two or three to do this.

"Watchya doin?"

"- we're having a look around," says a red, petting a tree.

Vira tries petting the tree to check if that's fun.

Well, it's a novel kind of tree.

One of the other reds in this group is picking flowers and putting them in his hair.

Oh that's neat.

"Um. Would you mind showing me how to do that?"

"- put - flowers in your hair? - I don't actually know anything about it, I've never picked flowers before, I'm just - guessing."