[She purses her lips into a small frown at the refusal for help, the augur robots linger just on the periphery. Confused at the mixed signals between the two before them. Without any instructions, one of them starts looking for a long palm frond to use for shade. At least one person here isn’t shy about indulging in the robot’s service, even if she suspects that the stranger might be suffering in a short bit, wearing all of that black in the summer heat.]

Right to the point, aren’t you? [She curls a hand in front of her mouth, she’s quite familiar with these serious types.]

There’s no point to drawing it out. This is known as the nameless island – which you’d think we’d have picked out a name by now, hm? [She talks breezily,] It’s controlled by the robots. The rest of us are their esteemed guests, whether we desired to come here or not.