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"I don't know if I could recognize Velenian artifacts," said Naeria, taking a tiny sip of tea before her nose wrinkled and she set it aside to cool. Of course she'd read some about history and archaeology during her general studies, but it hadn't been her specialty, and she wasn't old enough to have seen Velenia with her own eyes. "Commodore Lyndin might know better what belongs to us."

Caedus might, too, but Naeria did not dare speak his name.

"If one of the Vanguard comes, and finds something, and you require payment?" She pressed her lips together in thought before she pulled something shiny from her own subspace pocket. It was a spare brooch, of the type that signified ranking.

It was one of the few things she had from Velencya, since they had not been able to bring anything that was not necessary to the mission. "Here," she said.

Naeria looked at the brooch in his hands while he inspected it. It looked fitting there, she thought. She did not understand why he suddenly seemed so hesitant.

"It is an extra," she said."I have little use for it, but it is a piece of Velencya. If you wish to research it, or to display it, that would be a better use for it than-" she glanced back towards the door that they'd came in, where all the sand had been, and she decided to try a figure of speech, "collecting dust in my supspace pocket."

She did not quite have the courage to say as much out loud, but she also thought that if someone came through and saw the brooch, and heard the story about how it had been freely given, then maybe they would not think that the Vanguard was only allied with the Negaverse.

"And I will ask, if anyone wishes to look through your artifacts."

"I really should come see your Earth museum, yes," said Naeria, risking another sip of tea and finding it a slightly more manageable temperature. "I get nervous about going out disguised as a human too much, but it might be worth it to learn more about Earth's history."

The planet Earth, after all, was nearly as new to her as the planet Pluto.

She continued to hold her mug in both hands as she pried herself away from the chair. She liked the way that if felt warm on her fingertips.

"I would like to see this treasure, yes," she said, partifally because the excited way that he'd been talking about it made her interested. "Even there is nothing Velenian there, I am interested to see what counts as treasure."

There wasn't much of a concept of that among her people.

Voyager saying that the museum was quiet turned out to be very helpful in making Naeria want to go there. So many of the city's places were so noisy that they made her head spin, so the thought of a place where she could learn without being overwhelmed was a nice, inviting thought.

"This room looks cleaner," she said as she walked through the Pluto-marked door that Voyager seemed so proud of. By her tone of voice, it was clearly meant to be a compliment.

Although, once she got inside, the dust from the pile of artifacts towards the back of the room hit her. She might have spoken too soon. She sniffed, and had to bite her tongue to keep from sneezing again.

"It is good you have cleaning supplies," she said, softly, then moved on to glance at the plaques.

She was getting better at reading English but it still took a few seconds to puzzle out the letters, and in the meantime she asked, "Can you explain these artifacts you've identified?"

Naeria did not say much as she stepped forwards to look at Voyager's artifacts. For one thing, she was trying to hold each breath for as long as possible so that more of the dust did not get up into her nasal passages and make her sneeze on anything that this Page might consider important.

Mostly, though, every ounce of her attention was just going into looking at the things that he had on display.

She did not know much about the difference of how music was different from noise, but she did not ask. She just looked at Athalia's crystal for a long moment, noticing how it was different from the small metallic decorations that seemed common here on Pluto.

Talisman, like Ofuda was not a word that she understood, but she was able to look at it, anyway, and see how it differed in design from the other objects.

Just looking at the objects, knowing that there were at least two other worlds out there that people were trying to fix, brought a warmth to Naeria's chest that she could not quite explain. She was proud to have something from Velencya shown here.

"They are beautiful," she said, simply, after a long moment of watching and listening. "Thank you for showing me."

She drank the last of her tea with a long sip.

"I was not planning to be away from the others for too long tonight. I should go back soon, but," she paused, and smiled at him. "I mean it. The thanks."