The username causes a moment of hesitation (she has no idea how to go about writing her own name in this bizarre, clearly elementary writing system, but she'll ask for him to write down the letters that spell out Fire Nation), as does the password (here she just picks a few letters at random, which she memorizes the shapes of). As for everything else, she's a good student: she pays close attention, asks relevant questions, and takes notes throughout the entire process.
"I look forward to the day my country develops the technology to allow us to make machines like this," she comments, when the tutorial is winding down. "The possibilities really do seem limitless."
"That they are," he has to agree. "In my own world, I worked for a technology firm. And the things they could do would probably make your head spin. Like, for instance..."
"No," he agrees with that, smiling, "not too much. Makes a lot more sense, for one. And generally doesn't have the dead walking around on it. No 'Admiral's out there either."
But he nods to the question.
"Airplanes and massive ships and buildings tall enough to make your head spin."
"Effectively," he admits, "but... it can't overcome the knowledge that it's a construct. I should have brought you to see some while we were in Hawaii. Plenty of things to see there."
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"I look forward to the day my country develops the technology to allow us to make machines like this," she comments, when the tutorial is winding down. "The possibilities really do seem limitless."
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He gestures around them.
"We made ships not too different from this one."
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But he nods to the question.
"Airplanes and massive ships and buildings tall enough to make your head spin."
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But he'd been grabbing supplies, primarily.
"Something for next port."