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Sukarma watched Reyna and continued to flash black and purple before flushing yellow. Two bits of intellect made contact as Sukarma understood a gap of technology. But didn't Reyna say they had magic where they were from? Maybe their technologies were alien to each other but there was room in science the provable. NASA liked new information!

Sukarma's hair arched up in the air with her erratic mood, "It's the black spheres! They're silvered glass with cameras inside. I don't have people that make spells to see in mine. It's just stories. Our humans make complex machines to do special things. Like my Mom!"

She pointed a blue thumb at the circle of people,"Anyway, We're not causing trouble. The police shouldn't be too angry? I asked one where I could get a docking permit but I didn't understand why they wouldn't take my money."

She removes a small fold of US dollar bills from a pocket in her metal dress to show Reyna. Bits in her brain spark in time desperate to reconcile the abnormality of being on an alien world. Closer but still discordant the gulf of understanding remains.

The flickering black and purple returns while she stares at the fold of 100s, "Oh! I need local currency. Stupid..."

A few stiff-looking people disengaged from the crowd arrive to talk at small boxes in their hands. They have armor like Reynas but with a less metallic sheen. Sukarma wasn't together enough to notice them but an adroit mind like Reyna's might.