To some extent, Maribelle knew why Chan bothered, and at the same didn't. The creature was all but... well, the abilities were one thing -- capable of feats that seemed impossible, supposed fiction that the girl would find only in fantasy novels. Based on that, the idea of fitting in in the first place was lost on her, someone who could only ever be forced to pay attention to social surroundings for the sake of politics and looking as pretty as any noble girl. But, she could not bear to leave Chan behind to wallow in loneliness. She wasn’t even sure what drove her to approach Chan.
“I’m not really sure what’s wrong with you to be like this.” Maribelle said. Her words were more rude than she intended – she meant no cruelty at all – but she did not seem to notice. Instead, she was distracted for a moment by the lights set upon Chan’s visor, more curious than anything. Chan was a fascinating individual, and one she felt the need to learn more about. The technology in particular was lost on her. She had to know.
“Trying to sink in with the people is useless. It’s useless behavior.” Again, more impolite than she intended. She didn’t have behaviors on hand to parrot. “And I don’t think you’re ever going to, but surely you already know that, too. But even worse is watching you… act like it’s getting to you, because you really do have talents that are just incomparable. At least to myself and where I am from. Don’t know about the people of… whatever this interdimensional… hellhole… thing… is.”
“..That all aside, I am really only here to ask you questions about your weapon, about how exactly it works.” she then muttered, suddenly sheepish, “Maybe in detail, maybe– maybe as dumbed down as you can get it. Can you show me?”