The eager, easy way she talks to him is immeasurably strange; it sort of makes sense that they'd have an easy rapport. She might be a stranger, but she's known him her whole life.

"You'll have to trade," he says, trying not to feel sheepish. "Tell me one's I'm supposed to know already."

At least she seems willing to let him get to know her. That's a pleasant change. He nods toward the ship as it comes into view.

"C'mon, let's get all this stowed. I'll show you around some."