[He's aware of his audience but a glance assures him there's no immediate threat. She looks as unsettled as he feels and he will let her approach him when she is ready. If she even wants to. Which is why she only gets the barest of glances when she finally addresses him.

Cor steps back to stand beside her, arms crossed over his chest defensively, frown deepening as he eyes the platform as if it had personally offended him.]

That it's a convenient fix, a bandaid if you will. It does nothing to solve the source of the problem and I have to wonder how they knew these platforms would correct the issue... temporarily at least.

[But the cheerful platitudes from the natives have him more and more convinced they've been tampering with their own memories in the name of this advanced immortal society. Watching others be repaired, or more likely reinstalled into a new body from some sort of back up hard drive, and carry on as though nothing had happened is only further evidence to support that theory.]