The first place they land is technically habitable and presumably starfaring. However, it is also apparently mid-war-of-some-kind and even Fëanáro can't figure out what the un-osanwëable hulks of metal are shouting at them in time to comply and those things they're holding seem to have already done disastrous things to the landscape. They jump again and now between Fëanáro's rescue mission and the escape attempts they're out of mana sufficient for jumping between them.
"This looks like where we jumped from -"
- you can try -
"Hi. Yes, we're fine. Sorry if we - interrupted you -"
"You looked kind of terrified and I couldn't ping you. You should probably have more water if you're camping out here this time of year. Ercassë, nice to meet you -"
"Uh, Sérono. If you happen to have water we'd appreciate it but we were actually going to leave at Mingling anyway."
She looks vaguely confused. "You have a ride scheduled?"
"Okay. You sure you don't want a ride in now?"
"Where are you going?"
"South Falls, but I don't mind swinging up to Quenyava if you need the airport, I don't have flight clearance north of that."
"That's kind of you, but we don't need the airport."
She's frowning. "Where are the kid's parents?"
"I'm on vacation but they had to stay in the city."
"I didn't like it. Too slow."
"I wanted to get some sketches."
What's a photographer, he barely resists asking.