Cynthia turns around, realizing that the other other (...other) bird has just wrestled the screaming one! She's full of admiration. She's thinking about waving, but thinks it makes more sense to let someone else introduce her.

Jeee is doing kis best to hurry along! It's just ke managed to catch a leg with a wing-claw on the way down and is also now bleeding.

"Hello the ship! This is Cynthia, who is capable of speech but claims to have no soul. They're very pleasant and nonthreatening!"

"Oh good, a mystery." It is clear from the tone of this utterance that Meliashae did not, in fact, want a mystery.

"Hear that? Settle down! Ow!"

"Yes that's right, I am incredibly pleasant and nonthreatening! Even by human standards!"

Loffania is Having A Fight, which is a normal consequence of emitting an Alarm Noise!

However, ke appears to be Having A Fight with Jeffinar, which usually ends up with Jeffinar winning and everyone being annoyed with Loffania. So ke will eventually deign to lose.

"We're going to go in and use the terminal and see who else is interested in Cynthia and what they can do next. They don't like being out on boats much, which is kind of a problem?"

"Well, good luck with that." Meliashae picks up kis tools again and resumes work on the boat hull, given that the fight seems to mostly be over.

"Why would it be a problem? Can't I be one of the few people not on boats doing all the things people on boats can't do, things that would be far tougher for them? You know. Rarity Rule."

"Well, mostly because we're in the middle of absolutely nowhere," replies Meliashae absently, "and everyone is going to assume we made you up."

Jeeee had said the strange animal was capable of speech but Jeffinar had been expecting, like, a few repeated words like you could train some birds to do.

Something is very wrong. But right now Jeffinar can deal with kis suspicions by pushing Loffania over, preening affrontedly, and trying to remember where the bandages are.

Ahh, it's nice to have a fight from time to time! Fixing the boat is kind of boring. Loffania takes advantage of having just lost a fight to sprawl on the beach a bit instead of getting back to work.

Cynthia looks at Loffania, more confused than anything else. "Right, so even if people think I'm not real, I'm not sure how me not liking boat would be... the problem, so to speak?" She absent-mindedly waves her hands around in a circle, curling up and moving her fingers.

"Well, if you liked boats, we'd just take you to a hospital ship and let them work out what to do with you."

"Ke's fine, ke's just being dramatic. Jeeee, you need to get that leg looked at."

Jeeee looks down. "Oh no, I'm leaking. Sorry. Uh. Can you..."

Jeffinar stomps over to the hatch, throws it open with more force than necessary, and disappears inside again.

Well Cynthia knows how to wrap a bandage... but there's a chance it works different with birds, so she just prepares herself to learn as much as possible from seeing the treatment about to happen.

After some frustrated noises and the sound of objects being thrown around echo out of the hatch, Jeffinar returns with a pretty normal looking roll of bandage, apart from that it's kind of green, and a pad of some kind of absorbent material, also faintly green but less so than the bandage.

Jeeee hovers awkwardly just off the boat, bleeding a little bit into the sand. It's just a deep scratch, looks like it'll probably clot closed on its own pretty soon. "Sorry about this. We'll get to the terminal, I just don't want to bleed all over the boat."

Jeffinar places the absorbent material over the wound and then wraps the bandage around it somewhat haphazardly and with slightly more force than absolutely necessary. Jeeee winces a bit but mostly looks extremely apologetic.

She suspects that she could do it better... but it wouldn't be very fun, and she's not sure how comfortable these people would be with her.

"Right. Good. That will do." Jeffinar tucks in the end of the bandage and glares at it like it personally offended kim. "To the terminal, then?"

"Yes. Sorry. In here, Cynthia." Jeeee heads to the hatch and indicates the interior of the main living area, which is a complete mess. Old food plates and bowls, tools, widgets, clothes, cloths. It smells kind of fishy, although not quite as bad as you might expect from the sheer volume of stuff with no well defined place.

In the middle, on a table with several attached stools, connected to the antenna by a lot of thick cabling, is a large boxy object with a blank glass screen on one end. Attached to it is what looks a lot like an oversized keyboard, if you carved it out of wood and then several clumsy oafs with big sharp claws on the ends of their fingers used it heavily. The box has a lever on the side, which is currently down.

Wood-carved keyboard! That's so super funny; she's probably 10 times the typist these people are. "Do I... push down the keys? We had keyboards where I'm from." She mimics typing with all her 10 fingers.