[ The way she regains her footing, yeah, he's pretty sure it was just a bout of teleportation sickness. That's fair.

He doesn't even blink at her objection; for as much as Amos would prefer to continue going through life without having to explain things that are obvious to him, he'd already experienced one major culture shock from his original universe. He knows they're likely to come up, but if he can get away with it, he'll just talk like the other person will automatically know what he means.

And elaborate once he's given no choice. ]

Nope, grow it. People and animals aren't meant to live in space; it's an inhospitable environment. That means you gotta make sacrifices and be smart about your resources when you're up there, 'cause there's only so much you can work with. So, no large animals. Don't got the space or the nutrients or probably a whole lot of other stuff for 'em. So you gotta culture their cells, grow your own meat. It works, but quality varies. Versus getting the real thing? Shit, I'll take that any time.

[ He pauses, scanning through the crowds, and... maybe?

Amos actually does look up at Hayame for this, pointing westward and not missing a beat. ]

Hey, can you see it over there? Green sign. Should be thereabouts, but you're taller than me, you got a better view over this crowd than I do.