"Does your magic let you bring people back from the dead?"

" - no one's ever pulled it off."

"Damn."

"It might not be impossible, though, I don't know."

"Can you scale things if you can do them at all?"

"Anything you can do you can do repeatably, but not infinitely - I'd feel slightly more comfortable if I had more context about this place -"

"Of course. Sorry. Bar answers questions about the place also - it's called Milliways, it was created by magic we don't know anything about or have any access to. It occasionally opens doors on different dimensions. It found Cam, it found us, it found you. All three universes had our family in them. You can leave if you want and you're safe while you're here - you just startled the greys, they wouldn't've hurt you."

"They probably didn't like your hair."

"I'm sorry for startling them. Is something wrong with my hair?"

"No."

" - okay."

"Aitim's planet has a hair-color-signaled caste system. I think your hair is orange, which is fine, but it's verging on red, which is not fine."

" - am I missing something or is that -"

"It's pretty stupid."

Giggle.

"Maitimo's hair is even redder."

"What's blue mean -"

"Aristocracy. - most of my family's green, intellectuals and inventors and artists -"

"Well, I'm sorry for startling your security."

The security begin to wake up.

Aitim glares at them. 

Mitros apologizes for startling them. They apologize for startling him. Aitim glares more and they vanish up the stairs.

"...do you want to talk alts stuff by yourselves, should I shoo -"

"I want to meet everybody, we can compare notes on our families in a bit - you're hanging out here waiting for someone who can do resurrection?"

"Yeah."