"I am not a lemur!" you proclaim to the avian woman as the file comes up to your species.
"You are now Markus, remember that. We can't go around calling you a human after all, as parts of the genetic codes on this world contain memories of Old Terra. If they discovered what a human was some might begin to access those memories, and well you know that human emotions are erratic and quite strong," she comments to you, logging off of her terminal which she then covers with a curtain, as if trying to hide it.
"And now I'm going to have to explain you to my landlord," she said in a very vexed tone as she looks you up and down, studying you like a side of beef. You interrupt her musings by putting you hand up and causing her to look at you like a person again.
"Why explain it at all? Just say I'm a friend from out of town who may be staying for a while considering how well a business deal goes thorough with the local big wigs," you suggest, and Ms. Aura walks around in a circle twice before nodding and facing you again.
"You know that's not half bad. How'd you come up with that?" she queries.
"Well if everything in this room is what I think it is, then your society is based off Old Terrans known as Americans. I've played one in games often enough to assimilate at least some of the culture," you explain to her as she begins rummaging through a nearby chest, finally emerging with a coil of rope.
"Good, then hopefully we can blend you in at the local school," she murmurs, tying the rope around your waist with her surprisingly strong wings/hands.
"What do you mean school?" you ask her as she finishes securing the line.
"Well while your suggestion is a good one we're going to alter it a bit. I'm going to say your parents are somewhere else in the world at the moment and that you are staying with me as a favor to their family," she tells you.
"What? Why?!" you demand, not really caring for where this conversation is going.
"Well because of your size my human friend. You are about the same height as most of the kids at the local school, and it will be much more convincing if you are a viewed as a child rather than as an adult," she says, pulling the loose of the rope around a hook in her wall.
"But I'm twenty years old!" you protest.
"Be that as it may, you look like fourteen on this planet, and so that's what you'll be," she says, guiding you towards the door of her apartment, and revealing the reason for your new fashion accessory, namely the long drop that is the first step out her door. Before you can make more than a minor protest the avian woman pushes you out the door and sends you hurtling to the ground below. You...
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