"If you repair your spaceship... how will this route around the mysterious problem where everyone who comes into the system crashes?"

"Run my systems manually and ignore them whenever they say the Stupid Planet has infinite mass."

"...I guess maybe that could work if that's the problem. Were all the previous lost ships from your same civilization?"

"NO."

"Were they... from places your civilization knew about."

"Of course! We knew about everything in this arm of the galaxy, a few INSIGNIFICANT ROCKS WITH NO RADIO SIGNALS aside."

"And you are planning to be the first person to generate any radio signals on this planet?"

He smirks. "A slight temporal error, but otherwise correct."

"Why do you reckon the previous crash-landers didn't manage it?"

"They weren't full-conversion cyborgs with Sarengha steel by the ton and largely intact ships designed to withstand solar heat and process raw materials into refined alloys, now were they?"

"Gosh, I guess not." He turns back to Rinara. "Anyway, I'm from a completely different utopian universe, it's called Hell. I'm a demon. I can make stuff." He takes another bite of churro. "Do you want one of these?"

"... Sure?"

Churro!

She bites into it. Chews. Surveys the tastes in her mouth.

"What... is this?"

"Deep fried dough with cinnamon sugar on it."

"It's pretty similar to the latest experiments Profectus cuisine, really. Tasty, but the kind of tasty that suggests it's like thirty percent things humanity was not meant to consume. More refined, though!"

"You created that out of nothing." He has the required technology to see what "Cam" just did. And what he did was break the rules again.

"Isn't it likelier that I'm just very good at sleight of hand? I suppose not having sleeves would make that a little bit farther fetched."

"She's halfway across the landing pad."

"When you have eliminated the impossible, like me being a magical demon from Hell, whatever remains, however improbable..."

"Oh, your nonsense superpowers are not impossible. They are merely very annoying."

"I'm willing to leave if you would prefer me to get out of your city!"

"I think he would like it if you told him enough that he could make strategic decisions? I certainly would like it if I had any idea what consequences your arrival here had."

"It has the consequence that I'm here now and doing stuff? Like bringing these folks here and putting out the village that was on fire. I gave the villagers some food and put some of their buildings back. I don't think it has weird side effects or anything."

"I think you're trying to conceal information about your powers and weaknesses from us because we look evil, and I agree this makes superficial sense as a policy, but I am pretty sure everyone else is worse? We are very bad at things, but we are mostly very bad at good things, and my admittedly limited and secondhand experience suggests that most of the other factions are either very good at bad things, or very bad at bad things, which is probably worse on net, though I grant it is a somewhat complicated topic."