"Yeah. It bends before it breaks. Regular glass just breaks."

"How's it made?"

Time for a half-remembered glassmaking lesson!

You can process a certain plant with certain acids and other things into a sort of plastic and mix that plus other obscure things and do a complicated heating and cooling process and you get starglass.

"Why's it called starglass?"

He pulls the darkly transparent knife on his belt and holds it up to the reflection on the window, and at just the right angle it reflects rainbow-mottled light, reminiscent of nebulae in space. There are little speckles of impurity in it, reflecting white like stars.

"See that? Like stars. Pretty, ain't it? I'm surprised you've never seen starglass, though. 'S like you were raised by squid or something. Except you've got table manners and know English and so on."

"Well, my English is differently accented."

"...Everyone thinks you're an ancestor, or a hunter who ran afoul of some crazy device. You're too pretty."

"Awww, thanks."

He sighs. "You're welcome... You want to see the rest of the ship?"

"Yes please!"

He tours the rest of the ship for her. Cargo hold (messy), one of the empty cabins, rudder and ailerons and the controls for them, the balloon-managing equipment (uses manual pumps and the floatstone-lichen-thing, mostly), the rigging, the crow's nest - it's really a nice view from up there, atop the great balloons - "We'll get in the way if we go into the bridge, but you can look from here."

It mostly looks like three chairs with consoles full of primitive controls and indicators. There are speaking-tubes sticking up near the captain's chair, matching the ones that let out in other parts of the ship.

"This is all really cool! Thank you for showing me."

"Not a problem. Welcome to the Tricky Ray. And it's probably about time you got your cabin, yeah?"

"Sounds good."

Well, here is a cabin. It has a hammock - reasonably comfy-looking one at least - and a pillow and a blanket and a minimalist dresser and that's it. "Guest cabin. It has less furniture than the others. If you want a table and chair or something else we can probably do that tomorrow."

"I should be good with the hammock for now. Thanks!"

"Have a good night, then!"

And he goes.

Tarinda sleeps in the hammock.

Nobody comes to wake her, though the ship isn't totally silent. There's the engine, the wind, footsteps. Not too loud.

She'll be fine. If anything bothers her Page can noise-cancel.

The hammock is actually pretty cushy and stable, for a hammock.

Nobody bothers her. Eventually light bleeds through the thin curtains over the window.

She wakes up. She ventures out of her cabin to see if there is breakfast.

Breakfast is in half an hour! Rem is groggy and grouses about morning people.

Tarinda will help her with breakfast, humming to herself.

And soon breakfast is had. Neither the captain nor Darien are there. The crew don't seem suspicious of her or anything, but they're definitely watching her more now than yesterday.