"Not really... but you both can talk with me if you want to, remember?"
 "I'll keep it in mind." He nods, then tells something to Nitz.
 "Can you fix hi-- their leg somehow?" You give it a look. A diminutive tendon-like wire, thin as a hair, hangs from it, but Nitz doesn't seem to mind that much.
 "My captain gave me the knowledge to repair or create when he repaired me." Natan sounds somewhat distant, "But I lack most tools, or the materials, to do so. I might find another ship of our kind when we reach the city."
The Star seems to notice you for the first time and trots to you, "Leaf! Now you won't have to fish, see?" She points at the planted potato skins, "I- I would've planted the onion too, but I don't know how to." She says, downcast.
You don't know how to correct her, so you show her the onion instead, "You got to take off what's gone bad like this, see?"
She grabs it, sits, and keeps tearing it off carefully, humming to herself as she does.
 "Is she mechanical?" Asks Natan, "I don't think I've seen something like her before."