He shrugged. "Isn't that a good thing? You've got three bases covered between what could go wrong." He peered into the corner once more. "Talking about you, I don't really think we've met..."

"We have." The voice comes from a different corner.

Aurlieus tilted his head. "Have we, now?" He picked the drone-thing out of the air and disassembled it quickly.

Yes, I'm ready to start

"We're talking aren't we?" seems to be teasing you

You stand some distance below a floating island. Well, actually a group of islands. There's more then one. Anyway, you look up and see the camp high above you. The last leg of your trip. Of course the camp is high in the air. You can see some people, presumably campers or staff, flying from island to island.
Alll you have to do is fly up and you're there.

"Well, I don't think that counts," Aurlieus said, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. "That's not really...y'know, interaction."

"Welcome to camp. Half of us do it. And don't worry you'll get your interactions....when I get lazy and forget."

"How delightful," he muttered to himself. Aurlieus put his hand to the what appeared to be 'empty' sheath on his belt.

'Uh, can you move? you're blocking the door." a new voice says.