[Ari hasn't realised that some customs might not carry well. She hasn't taken him for an ordinary citizen, but Citizen is the polite form of address when you don't know the correct one. If those stars on his uniform are an indicator of rank, she can't read it off like she can with Tradeline insignia, and it wouldn't have been right to guess. Now she knows better, though, and gives him an approving nod.]

The Tradelines? We're a spacefaring military organisation. [Or paramilitary. Or well-armed mercenary traders. Depends on whom you ask.] We run the lines of trade between the colonies in our sector, keep them supplied, and keep the peace. Definitely beyond your Jupiter Sphere, though. I'm not convinced that most of us here are even from the same galaxy. [She's planning to use that communications network to send out a request for local star charts, when she can. See if she can piece any of it together.]

I know that this is going to make me sound like I'm way out on the frontier, but what exactly is a mobile suit? I've flown starships, shuttles, a few hovercars - but I don't think I'm familiar with your technology.