"It's close enough," Raine says. She recognizes the fruit, anyway; she doesn't have a full catalog of the produce that's available on the turtle, but she's seen this one before. She tastes the tea first, squeezes a wedge of the fruit into it. "Thank you."

With the tea handled, she moves herself to the side a little, giving Gene room -- she doesn't know exactly how he does his work, but it seems sensible to give the strange magic (or tech) a little bit of space.