Palamedes almost winces. Oh dear. There is clearly an even wider-than-usual gulf between the worlds the two of them know.

He gets straight to the point. “Well. I grew up in an orbital station.” Helpfully, he points to the sky. “Its, ah, a sort of large building in lower planetary orbit.” A beat. “In the sky. Well, technically above the sky, but let’s go with in the sky.”