"Individually the Chets might be fine," Orion said slowly, looking down at her hands where she'd laced them together in her lap. "But I dunno. As a group they seem kind of...bossy." She had no better word to describe it, and her aggravation at that fact showed on her face.
"They already have a doctor, by the way. The Chets. I've never been to him, since you're not supposed to go on their turf without an invite, but he's supposed to be approachable."
She was also worried about communicable diseases, even if she'd been vaccinated before. They lived like this for self-defense, but something serious could wipe out half of them before they could prepare themselves for it. "How old is your daughter?" she asked after another beat. "It must have been hell having to look after a little one like her in the midst of all this."