(You're a wild wendigo trying to get documented to enter society, you've gone with your partner and got caught purposefully to enter this process. You're currently being held as you wait for a translator, and as they've arrived he questions you to get you started.)

The door buzzed open. The translator stepped in, brushed off their jacket, set a thin folder on the table, and sat down.

He didn’t speak. Instead, they gently gestured for you to say anything.