She puts it down. "I don't mind handing you stuff, I am the designated alien for that. And if there are people too sick for this to help I have something else that might help them but I'd have to touch them for it."

"You could just tell me how it works," he says, starting to go through the boxes to see where everything is.

" - magic? Not the conveniently transmissible kind or we'd just teach literally everyone. It's the same thing as my teleport. I can also go invisible and turn into a bird - I know it's not the most useful skillset but the developer was operating under a lot of constraints, she's working on more applicable stuff now -"

"...couple people got shot and might not make it but it is not worth it if you touch somebody and then catch a cold and call in an air strike -"

"I swear to you I will not do that."

He looks at her flatly, sort of sizing her up.

...she holds out her hand. "In my culture. People shake hands. When they meet. It's nice to meet you. I'm Almarë."

"Inoro," he says, but he picks up a box instead of shaking hands. "Hurt people're this way."

She follows.

He holds the door for her. The people are in beds, although they are not hospital beds and one of them doesn't have sheets.

She debates whether to try to get informed consent from people whose primary concern is that she will massacre them and then just reaches for the nearest one and touches her and healing-spell -

Everyone in the room holds very very still, except for the healed person who mostly does that but also starts crying.

Okay next one.

There is some more relaxation at that point, although still nobody taking steps or moving their limbs or anything.

Next one next one next one.

When she's done four of them the doctor moves enough to put his supplies down and let the door swing closed.

There are people who do this all day at hospitals in member countries who don't yet have anyone screened for the extraordinary trust the spell symbols require. All day. She wonders vaguely how. Maybe they listen to really pretty music the whole time. 

She taps everybody and then stands back.

"Thank you," says the doctor.

"I can get you other stuff you need. If you want. Or I can stay here, if you'll worry what I'll do once I leave, and I can write someone else to go get it. Whatever you want."

"We're very low on food and we're not very confident in the well."

"I can do food and water. I could also - my home planet is taking immigrants, if you would like to live there instead of here."

"That's probably easier than attempting subsistence farming on a played-out mine strip."

"Yeah it really is isn't it. If you want I can take some people to check it out and then they can come back and tell everyone else? Or I could take you all at once, I mean, but if people are going to be scared -"

"Taking a few people first would probably help with that."

"Okay. I can - wait outside while you ask people and find some who would like to go first."