It was odd, for someone so utterly unused to casual touching as Argilla, to have a stranger stroking her hand. Maybe his was normal? She'd assumed that humans preferred more personal space. Maybe she'd been wrong?

"It sounds wonderful," she replied, eyes shining at the very thought. A world of sun and ocean, rather than dust and the underground. "You're very lucky to live in such a palce. It sounds like the Nirvana my tribe were promised."