[ Sariatu is not looking like the Monkey that would probably be familiar to him. Her long hair and delicate hands might spark a memory or two, though. And even if they don't, the fact is, she recognizes him the moment she hears his over-excited voice.
She pushes past some fellow passengers, uncaring that it's "rude" or the glares they may shoot her way, her heart in her throat.
It's him. He's a beetle still, but it's him.
Probably. Hopefully. There aren't any aliens who look like that, right? ]
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She pushes past some fellow passengers, uncaring that it's "rude" or the glares they may shoot her way, her heart in her throat.
It's him. He's a beetle still, but it's him.
Probably. Hopefully. There aren't any aliens who look like that, right? ]
Hanzo?