A’kani stands idly near a Reflectan peddler booth in the A-wing docking bay of the Iccari, a human satellite orbiting Jupiter. She recently arrived on a Reflectan ship, carrying hundreds of Reflectan merchants flipping and reselling goods usually not found on isolated ships such as this one. She stares down at the passing humans, her golden irises wobbling slightly as she observes them. She wears a human t-shirt, which reads ‘I Kissed An Alien’, and a pair of Reflectan pants which hardly make it halfway down her shins.