(It takes Maketh a moment to think up a response. She supposes that Newt's world just doesn't work with the same logic that hers does. Surely a planet-wide plague can't be unheard of? But maybe he only has one planet and no place else to retreat. And why wouldn't he know about his own world's technology? Unless he was isolated in the Maze he described, then perhaps...
Maketh is very confused by Newt's world. Therefore she dislikes it.)
Forgive me. I am applying logic and protocols from my home to yours. I don't think they apply.
(Not in the same way, at least.)
That would be wise. I could offer you some tips, if you like, though I'm not familiar with the sorts of plants that grow here.
Oh. You still use bullets. We have moved past those in my home. And blasters may break or malfunction if cared for improperly, but they do not run out of ammunition.
I'm not concerned with my own safety. What worries me is the number of people not trained in defense. They are vulnerable.
(She assumes Newt can handle himself, so she doesn't ask. He seems capable enough.)
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Maketh is very confused by Newt's world. Therefore she dislikes it.)
Forgive me. I am applying logic and protocols from my home to yours. I don't think they apply.
(Not in the same way, at least.)
That would be wise. I could offer you some tips, if you like, though I'm not familiar with the sorts of plants that grow here.
Oh. You still use bullets. We have moved past those in my home. And blasters may break or malfunction if cared for improperly, but they do not run out of ammunition.
I'm not concerned with my own safety. What worries me is the number of people not trained in defense. They are vulnerable.
(She assumes Newt can handle himself, so she doesn't ask. He seems capable enough.)