Dragoncrest Cliffs borderline with my atoms

hm. again, harmless enough, but definitely beyond blixen's (admittedly limited) scope of understanding. what's the point of just like.. walking around and asking things? learning things? she's not one of those jock types that thinks any work except her kind of work is bad, dont get it twisted, but still. "o-kay," she says, taking a seat -- clear she'll play along for now even if the doubtful look lingers on her face. "yes, it's a word in our native tongue," the shilkru explains, scrunching up her face as she thinks about how to translate it. after a moment she decides she can't and moves on. "our culture goes back to before we lived here," she tells wilson instead, "and we have other branches elsewhere, other gedas." satisfied with her own answer, she tilts her head and asks, "so you just like, go around asking questions? you don't want to settle anywhere?"