As their little tour guide showed them the way to the orchard, he talked quite a bit in regard to the world they were now on. Gaia X seemed to be so perfect, untouched by technology and the frustrations that came along with it. Really, Garrison and his entire crew had to be detoured to this little Eden because of a problem with their own technology, a blockage in the system, which wasn't exactly a rare thing for ships that sailed between worlds and galaxies. And he seemed so excited to see them---not afraid, or hesitant---at all. Garrison was sure the locals would have retreated and not have come near until they were long gone, but this one seemed to seek him out. Curiosity. That was nice to see, something other than fear or apprehension. Or hostility. And the way he bounced around, full of energy, was endearing. Cute.

Entering the orchard, Garrison sent the men forward, having them abandon the crates near where he stood, and he watched the local for a moment. "Thank you for your help." He said. "I was afraid we'd be avoided or run off by whomever was on this planet. My name is Garrison, by the way." He looked around to the men plucking near-ripe fruit from the trees and tossed them into the crates. They paused now and then when they plucked a soft, bright yellow orb down, biting into it and muttering to one another. Garrison's ears twitched to catch their words, but they were uninteresting, mostly comments on the new fruit of the planet.