[somewhat awkwardly,] Oh, no, I'm not a good conversationalist--

[and then comes that observation. Antarcticite looks momentarily surprised, and then a tiny, pleased little smile tugs up the corners of their mouth.] That's because we're both gems from the same world, [they explain. They lift up their hand and peel back their glove to reveal the crystalline, unpainted structure of their wrist.] This is apparently unusual here.