Furrowed brow.

"Amentan theologians are debating whether resurrected reds are clean. Because it's a new body. Casentar doesn't really care what Amentans think about it and if none of them want to visit our planet because you live here, good riddance."

"...what... is Casentar?"

"We're a planet. With aliens. - not very alien, we're a lot like you, there were other planets that wanted to do this but their aliens were more alien and it seemed like it might be a harder transition. We heard about you and got really angry and kicked up a big fuss until the courts agreed if we want to use our resurrections for the year on resurrecting Rivikni reds we have the right to do that."

Reds look at each other.

"Should I give you two some space?"

"Are we allowed to touch - things -"

"Whatever you want."

...skepticism.

"No one else in the universe thinks reds are disgusting. It's the way they treat you that's disgusting."

"Is there some reason you haven't emailed our families ma'am."

She has to look that up. "They give new worlds instructions on how everyone can contact them securely. Supposedly no one has been taking them up on that, and email is nowhere near as secure as that. Plus we don't have the addresses or a way to get them without combing through people's personal information. If you have addresses and know a secure format you've got internet on those datapads."

Kvina sloooooowly reaches for the datapad.

She smiles.

Touches it, pauses.

Someone else has a question and she bustles over to answer it.

...Kvina attempts to figure out the thing. Eventually the other red does too.

They can read it fine, for whatever reason. The interface takes some figuring out but here is the local internet and a tutorial on galactic internet.

She figures out how to send emails and does that.

Some people leave the resurrection center. Some accept visitors and family members come in to hug them. "This world has a very low death rate," says their liaison. "And we negotiated really aggressively for extra resurrections and we get almost everyone who dies unwillingly."

"What is it you want with us exactly...?"

"...to be happy? Whatever that means for you - obviously I bet the government wants a way to safely talk to reds like anything, but you have no more obligation to be an activist than the rest of us."

"...I don't understand why you didn't email them."

"...we would need to know the email addresses and they don't talk to us even that much."

"There are the ones for work orders and the social workers have some."