Garrison knitted his brow a bit and looked down to the young man. Curious customs, but he was prepared for any odd jump here or there and ready to learn them in a moment's notice. He looked up to follow Nathaniel's direction and caught sight of one of the men. "Ah, that's Abbot. He's from a very large, technologically-advanced planet called Tep 3-0. They rely on technology and are rather focused on numbers and ship designs. My ship comes from Tep 3-0, actually, it's the best quality and newest I could get my hands on. You and your kind don't have... any technology whatsoever? What's it like?" Now he sounded like the curious one, interested in how these types got on in this Eden-like world devoid of any clicking gears or lasers, wires, platforms, metal or steam.