You return on another day to the notail base. As before, the notails do not mind you plodding around their base. Some of them even ask you for pictures for their "living Cosmosdex" collection.

You go out of your way to approach Q-11, who is guarding a tent in the center of the base.

You inform her that the conversation will be quick.

You ask what she means about O-5 being a shell of a notail.

You ask what makes O-5 so unhealthy.

You decide to change the topic as it's clear that thinking about O-5 is bothering Q-11.

You ask if Q-11 has a capture creature.

Q-11, as a Q-class, likely does not have pleasant capture creature memories.

Q-11 pulls a toy out of her inventory and tosses it on the floor. It jumps to its feet and starts walking around the two of you. "Waaaar!"

You realize you're hogging all the questions, and ask her if she'd like to ask something instead.

You tell her about your childhood, making sure to mention the concepts of parents and birthdays, the day you get to eat a rare treat and get gifts for making it to another year.

You realize her and you have been having a longer conversation than intended, but you're having so much fun that you decide to keep going. You tell her that aliens have something called camping, which is like what she explained, but for only a few days.

You apologize, but inform her that it's getting quite late. She seems disappointed, but understanding. She puts her helmet back on.