[Amos is going to eventually bring Demeisen back to Yima’s mansion fully nude, isn’t he. This is just what’s coming down the pipe, once they’re finished their conversation. Neither of them give enough fucks to worry about gawkers seeing them in transit.

For the time being, Demeisen receives Amos’s explanation with a rather neutral raise of his eyebrow. He looks, at most, a little unimpressed, like he’d been hoping for a better answer and he hasn’t yet figured out how to feel about this one.]

That so?

[He certainly does have a rock in him; he can remember grabbing it on his way up, thinking it seemed interesting, and can tell without looking that it seems to have migrated from his palm to the back of his neck. That’s something to investigate later, though, along with his place in this new world that’s supposedly in an entirely different universe.

(He’s thinking a virtual reality sounds more likely, but sets that thoughtlet aside to pursue when he isn’t actively having a chat with a stranger.)]

Last planet I was on was Sichult, in the Quyn system. People there would find you outlandish, I expect. It’s a bit of a backwater, so aliens [—he gestures at Amos with one stubby-fingered hand—] are still a minor novelty for them.

Though from your befuddlement, I’d hazard the place you’re from isn’t much different.