(As the average Oscuri, you spend your life wandering the black sand deserts, and living with your family in a very small den. Out of nowhere, you hear a huge boom, and you hear something touching down right in front of you. You can hear the door of it open, and people come out of it, but you can’t see a single bit of it. Someone comes up to you, slaps a translator on your neck, and sits you down, claiming that he’s a “human” from “Earth.”)

He speaks quite kindly and politely.

Hello there, Miss. Say, what planet are we on?

His voice actually sounds quite nice.