"That makes sense," she agrees.

"But how do I know if I'm grey? What things are grey things? What do the other colours mean?"

"You probably aren't an Amentan caste since you're an alien," a grey says. "Grey things are like boating or dancing or playing sports or policing or fighting."

"What a strange set of things to put together! I like dancing and sailing, but not policing or fighting."

She dances through the air to prove it, ending up back on the ground.

"You're probably right. I don't think I fit in this system at all."

"...well, usually people pick one. Blues run things and greens do art and science and stuff and yellows do programming and are secretaries and things and oranges do people jobs like teaching or doctoring and purples make stuff or drive buses or whatever."

She listens, and makes tiny illusions of people with the appropriate hair colours as each one is mentioned. 

"What's programming?"

"- yellower than that - uh, computer stuff."

"Thanks!" She corrects the illusion's hair from blonde to bright yellow. 

"What's a computer? And is that all yellows do? Grey had lots of different things."

"There's more stuff but we're grey so we don't look at yellow job ads..."

The one taking pictures on the pocket everything says, "Like this thing."

"That makes sense. Like how I don't know very much about dwarves..."

She forgets what she was about to say next, in favour of being fascinated by the pocket everything.

"What can you do with it? Talk to people far away, right? What else?"

"...go on the internet, order dumplings, play music, play games, check the train schedules, translate languages - uh, Amentan languages, not whatever those guys speak - I'm taking pictures - it has a flashlight -"

She is appropriately awed by the extent of its capabilities.

"One little box can do all that? I mean, I can do all that, but a magic item couldn't! Can I see the pictures?"

He shows her the pictures he has most recently taken of her (with another couple greys in the picture for scale).

"That's me! It got me exactly right, that's so clever!" 

She peers at it.

"I bet I could figure out how to make one, if I took it apart."

"I, uh. This is my only one. Maybe the Princess will give you one when I finally get somebody who can talk to her on the phone."

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't take yours apart!" she reassures the anxious grey.

"It's yours! I can wait."

Sceptics might note that she hasn't stood still for more than a moment at a time since she materialized.

"They'll answer any minute, I'm sending them the pictures."

"That's good."

Running back over to the portal, she persuades most of her fishermen to go back to work for now, and sends the boy who fetched the priestess back to the village to fetch his head-woman. They call her 'Lady', and seem respectful but not at all afraid. 

Nobody can understand them, but the attitudes don't require translation.

The one on the phone says, "Yes! Finally! Look, I've been sending you pictures - I know it looks like a - you background checked me? Seriously? - no, they're legit, I - look can you just send someone out here - Shell Beach Fishery -"

Puna doesn't interrupt the conversation.

She wanders around looking at things, picking up a couple of pretty shells from the beach, and humming to herself while she thinks of more questions to ask.  

"They're gonna send some people," the grey reports eventually.

"Oh, good!" Puna says.

"I like meeting new people! What sort of people are they?"

She looks at her little rainbow of illusion-people, and tries to guess. "Hmm, maybe some blues?"

"Yeah, probably, and maybe greens 'n yellows too."

"What would the yellows be doing?"

She perks up. "Do you think they could teach me how to do computer stuff?" 

"There's just lots of yellows helping blues with stuff. Maybe they know computers too."

"I guess we'll find out!"

Puna dances back over to the portal to see if the head-woman has arrived yet. She could manifest another avatar back on Corth and check that way, but this is more fun.

The head-woman is on her way, but she walks slower than the priestess, so she'll be a little while.