[The member she's been talking to (who had been standing up on its hind legs with front paws on the table) breaks off unceremoniously to get out of the way of the ones pulling up the chair, and then the member holding the spoon in its jaws hops up onto the chair with one other totally different member. Amdi keeps carrying on the conversation with his voice coming from the spoon-holder now, as though this is a perfectly normal thing. Because it is.]

Oh, I can be close to plenty of people in this place, because nobody else here is a Tine like me. But back home, people from my planet can't get very close to each other or we can't hear ourselves think.

[There's something very subtle that's been happening ever since Amdi came into the room. Every now and again, some cup or plate will vibrate very briefly at a very high pitch, sometimes strongly enough that it will make a small an audible sound, like the way a singing wine glass might make another vibrate sympathetically. And, if Oriko has very keen hearing, she might have occasionally heard a hint of a sound that's something like the quiet whine of an old CRT monitor, or that mild tinnitus some people get when they yawn too hard.]

[Meanwhile the member of Amdi holding the spoon scoops up some cooled tea (a little awkwardly; this silverware isn't really ergonomic for Tines) and the other one sitting on the chair sips it delicately. What kind of tea is it, by the way?]