Yes it does!

Oh good, because he's not built like a herbivore.

There is food! Let's eat!

The food is so edible!

Okay, time to make an effort to look approachable. Like that. Because information is useful and he's definitely not going to be able to get to sleep at this hour (do they even use hours).

Fidget.

There aren't that many people around to approach him, and none of them seem to be taking the hint.

After a few minutes, Stormcloud says, "Are you all right?"

“Hm? Fine.

“I feel like I should be asking you questions but you said you would show me the library tomorrow and I don't feel like I know what to ask right now and I'm sure you've got better things to be doing.”

Shift in seat like he's thinking about getting up.

"Helping lost folk is part of my job description. I can try to answer questions if you have any, but you seem like you might be in need of a rest."

“—not a rest exactly but yeah.”

Up.

He will be entirely unimpeded if he chooses to return to his room.

That is good because that is what he is doing.

Where's the sun now?

Down.

Okay then he might as well pretend it is time to go to bed.

He checks the room for a magic wardrobe with clothes in his size, then, not finding one, takes off his only set of clothes and washes them as best he can manage with the facilities.

Then he closes the shutters on the little boxed potted glowing vines that serve for indoor lighting, gets into bed —

— and does his best at pretending-to-be-asleep for far too long until his thoughts quiet down and he achieves actual sleep.

The sun comes up again in the morning.

…bed feels funny. room sounds funny. Oh. Right.

Okay he's up what can he do now. Presumably Stormcloud will be conveniently available shortly after he steps out of his room.

Bathroom. Clothes.

Contemplate contents of backpack. (Oh, yes, let us start a technological revolution by reinventing electricity using the information in his digital textbooks — before the battery dies. The chicken is calling and wants its eggs back.)

30%-fake-and-decreasing smile on face. Open door enthusiastically.

There is the hall leading to the main room, and there in the main room is Stormcloud, enjoying a bowl of rabbit stew for breakfast.

“Good morning!”

"Good morning," she says. "Did you sleep well?"

“Adequately! What's for breakfast?”

He approaches the bar.

"I'm having rabbit stew; I recommend it strongly, if you like that sort of thing."

There are other options written on the menu, some the same as last night's, some different. He could have toasted nuts with syrup and jelly, or many other things both more and less recognizable than that.

He will have a half portion of rabbit stew and decide what else after he finds out what his stomach thinks of it. Listening to your body is important and this is all new.

“So if a visit to the library is still next on the schedule —”

Stormcloud nods.

“— then what I'll ask you is: what do you think I should make sure to learn about? I mean, I get you don't know lots about what us outworlders are like but where I come from there is only one kind of people but we have lots of different places and you learn about someplace before you go visiting it so you know what's interesting and what to watch out for. And that can be like ‘you really should go visit this’ or it can be like ‘this is a flood plain’ or ‘people don't like it if you say this’. Uh. That was a question, I think?”

She nods again, thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you could start by seeing if there are any records of previous outworlders," she suggests, "and learn something about the sort of thing outworlders tend to need to know by reading about them."

“Yes, good idea!”

“Maybe I should write down what I learn. I'll probably be terrible at it but anyway.”

"I think that's an excellent idea," agrees Stormcloud.