Moreta stood on the corner of a busy London street, staring out at the massive amount of humanity populating the streets.  Humans.  They were everything she had heard they would be!  She was surprised by the massive variety of them, from height, to skin color, to hair height.  One walked past with a spiked haircut and she found herself crossing the busy street to follow him.  His spikes were red and tipped in yellow.  Suddenly a mother with her children caught her attention and she followed them instead.<br/><br/>Moreta was a tall, thin female with large blue eyes and cornflower hair.  Her hair bobbed short.  She wore what she hoped was the latest in human fashion, though she was not longer sure.  It was a short, fringed dress in black fabric, with a matching cap for her band for her head, with a black feather.  She had landed in 2022 A.D., and made the mistake of  picking a costume from a century before.  Still, only being a century off in dress couldn't be so bad, could it?<br/><br/>After watching the young mother and her children play in the park for awhile, she decided it was high time she got something to eat.  Moreta had been in restaurants across the universe, but never a human one.  She excitedly entered one which advertised something called Gyros.  It was a tiny restaurant with six tables and a counter.  It was lovely to her, with signs advertising food on every wall.  A man with slicked back black hair stared at her from behind the counter for a moment and then spoke.  "What can I get for you love?"<br/><br/>"I'll take one of those!" She pointed at one of the signs and handed over the correct human currency.  Minutes later she was halfway through her first Gyro and thinking it was a bit salty, but good.  She wondered what the brown substance was.  It was delicious, but did not resemble any particular substance she had encountered before.