Lea, a drill sergeant (and a man, even though his name is "Lea"), is approached by a guy who tries to move him toward a bowl of water, but Lea is unsure what he's supposed to do. He wonders if he's supposed to wash his fingers, because it's time to eat. Heh. He calls the water "rustic-lookin'," and indeed, it's very brown and chalky. It becomes clear that his host wants him to drink it. This, it turns out, is Chief Mormor, and he's offering them kava, which is "the local drink." "It's like mud, basically," Lea says. Rory adds that the kava makes your lips and your tongue go numb. Well...that doesn't sound very good. But they all drink it, except for Travis, who spits it out, to the giggling of the local children. John P. takes note that the girls aren't getting diddly, neither anything to drink nor any attention, from the chief. Of course, his reaction is that "this is pretty cool." Well, sure. Oh, for a society where women don't have such darn high expectations. Asshole. Ami the coffee barista (yes, there is an Ami and a Mia, which is...not fair) says that she was waiting for the women's turn, which never came. You don't welcome women, you only welcome men, you see. "I'm not used to being put second behind a man," she says. Yeah, I'm not...I'm not loving this. I wouldn't enjoy seeing castaways taken to a racist society to see the nonwhite ones treated poorly, and I don't care for this, either. I don't think it's quaint, and I don't like seeing the women lined up to be treated like they're not even there. The fact that there are and have been societies where those rules existed doesn't mean I really want to visit (or revisit) them.