[ Samandriel is right, of course, about Ned being one of the people in charge of the farming effort. He still feels a bit of a fraud in a position of authority - who is he to tell people what they should do, or to pretend that he knows very much about agriculture. It's difficult for him to view his own contributions objectively; he shrugs, because it would seen argumentative and rude to insist that helping to plant radishes isn't enough, that he ought to be able to really help people, really save them from here, only he can't ]

Oh. [ Ned's perceptive enough to hear how short that first reply is and realize perhaps he ought to ask about a different, less potentially-fraught topic than family. But when Samandriel says that they are here, Ned can't help but look surprised. He hadn't realized people showed up here along with family members. Sure, there are people who know one another - Charlie and Meyer, Charles and Erik, and others - but not family members, as often ]

Who? [ It might be a rude question, and he knows it, but it's going to bother him if he doesn't know, if he wanders around meeting people wondering if they might be related to him. Hell, maybe some of them are people he already knows. The question about his own family is not unexpected; that's how conversation works, and he has a reply ready. Shaking his head, he answers: ] No and no, I'm afraid. [ No one back home, and no one brought here. He cuts off Samandriel's potential pity in advance, says: ] But I've been here long enough that... there are some people here who are as good as family, to me.