Padparadscha can guess well enough where at least part of Rutile's intent lies here, but how can they refuse? One way or another, they'll desire the information, and refusing will only place a small roadblock in the way of the same happening in the end.

In answer to Rutile's concern, Padparadscha raises one arm, drawing fingers across it in a rather particular way. No powder loosens from their surface - if they hadn't had something to replace their powder, that incident with the tiny creatures would have been much more trying.

"I'm afraid I had to find another solution from those very scientists while I was here. They have waterproof materials beyond our resin in this place."

And on the moon, but they're certainly not mentioning that right now, considering the circumstances.