One night in New York's streets, you see a figure exiting a sewer grate. The figure jumps as she spot you watching. I stand up straight fidget with my fingers awkwardky.

"Oh... this sucks."

I clear my throat.

"Um, now don't freak out. I know I look a bit... different, but, I'm friendly."

I reach out my hand.

"I'm Orsa. Nice to, uh, meet you?"