"It was nice meeting you, too. And Daisy is right, you didn't do anything wrong. Daisy, can you explain it to her, please?"

    "Of course." Squeeze. "Once we get home."

"All right. Thank you."

    "It's no trouble. But we really should get going." She stands.

Rhoda stands as well, still feeling a little off-kilter, but somewhat reassured by Nine's words, and by the promise of an explanation. "Goodbye," she murmurs politely.

    "Goodbye."

Daisy gives Rhoda another hug, and off they go, to the hardware store's back entrance where they left the speeder. It's been moved to a parking spot, and Daisy checks the trailers over first thing. "I think we can fit one of the extra books, but not both of them," she diagnoses.

Rhoda nods, thinks for a moment, and makes a decision on which one she'd prefer. (Apparently she had already been considering this, because it only takes her a minute or so to decide.)

And Daisy packs the books away. "We'll bring this one back to the library, and then we can go," she says, giving Rhoda another hug, and then sets off to do that.

Rhoda leans briefly into the hug, and then continues to follow Daisy - not unlike a duckling really.

They don't actually need to go into the library; there's a book drop by the door. That done, they can be on their way.

"I'm sorry that was so hard," Daisy says, once they're out of the town. "It's easy to forget what some of these things must look like to someone who's not used to them."

She shrugs a little. "You were there. That helped. S'not your fault I don't know these things."

"That's not what I meant. I've gotten used to the world being hard, but it's not okay that it is."

"...It has been easier here," she says. "I'm just not good around people."

"You did fine. It's okay to be nervous in new places."

"You helped," she insists, because it seems important that Daisy know that.

"Mmhmm."

"Want to hear a story?"

She smiles. "Please."

And so she tells one.

They take a break, after a while, for Rhoda to stretch her legs and have something to eat; the trip home is otherwise uneventful, and Pradnakt is waiting for them in the yard when they pull up, with a mug of tea and a lit campfire.

Rhoda smiles when she sees Pradnakt, slides off the speeder to go greet her and pauses, turning back to Daisy.

"Did you need any help with...?" she gestures at the trailer.

I'll get it, Pradnakt puts in, signing to Daisy as she sends the message to Rhoda. Then, without signing, How was the trip?

Rhoda pauses, trying to think how to answer that. I liked the library, she decides on eventually.

That bad, huh?

Just...too many people? Compared to what I was used to. And they- most of them seemed to- With droids- She can't think of exactly how to phrase it - the way they didn't think they were people, and the assumptions made by using them for things like the sandwich shop. (The way Nine had reacted to Rhoda not wanting to be called 'Ma'am', which she still didn't understand.)

Ah, yeah. There shouldn't've been much of that for Daisy, but - sigh. 

There wasn't, really, but- the other droids. And I didn't realise that...thanking them might confuse them?

Yeah. Droids're babies, aside from Daisy, they don't know much. Here, hug?

She leans willingly into the hug. Doesn't seem...right.

Yeah. Squeeze. People aren't usually bad to them, if that helps anything; they just don't care.