James rolled onto the floor, sitting on her haunches in the way she’d learned was most comfortable. That position had the bonus of concealing her functional anatomy against the floor—the aliens hadn’t even returned her undersuit layers. “Hello,” she said in their language. “I am James Irwin. It is good to meet you.” She stuck out her hoof, as her original instance might’ve done with a hand. The aliens seemed to understand the gesture generally, because most returned it.