“You’re not…from here,” she says. “Ha! Well DUH! What? Do you want me to make ‘alien noises’ WeeOooOoo~” I tease. “Wait so you’re from Canada?”

“Huh? No! Humans are so STUPID.”

I grab her shoulders, “Look at my eyes. They aren’t human. They aren’t even earthly, they’re-“ “They’re beautiful…”

“I…uh…what?” “There’s purple and blue with a hint of green swirling around with golden little specks everywhere that look like stars in the sky.”

I want to snap at her, ‘That’s not pink, it’s fuchsia!’ But I can’t move. I’m frozen. I wasn’t even supposed to leave the ship, no matter what happened. Is this why? Human ‘woah-men’ with mesmerizing words will capture you and eat you alive?

She’s a scientist. She’s probably just trying to study me or get a picture. Why can’t I convince myself to leave?

“…I am not from here.” I choke out. “Here, meaning…earth.” “What are you?” She looks at my eyes then glances at the cut on my lip. “Well, whatever you are, you’re bleeding. Bleeding neon orange... Okay, let’s get you cleaned up,” she leads me to the small medical shack where I’m sure I’ll spend the next few hours of my life. With her.

Should I tell her my kind heals all wounds within an hour? Nah.