And in about fifteen minutes someone knocks and is let in. It's a blue woman. She peers curiously at the aliens.

The aliens: are aliens.

"Hi," says one in badly-accented Oakhar.

"Hi!" the other one says from her vantage point floating about a foot off the floor.

"They can understand Oahkar but their translators are still working on the generative side," says one of the yellows.

"I see. How did they get here?"

"We're not sure, they appeared under the table."

She shakes her head. "Doesn't generative."

"Doesn't it?" says Cadra. "Are you learning it manually then?"

"Learning," she nods.

"Perhaps you'd like to come meet some linguists and they can help you out. I'm sure the Adaros have some scarves you can borrow and changes of clothes so you won't attract attention on the train?"

Adaros scurry.

The twins have a brief discussion and then Odette nods.

Adaros come back with clothes in close enough to their size.

"They can change their hair with magic," says Alaior.

"Can they," says Cadra.

Odette changes her and Illia's hair yellow.

"Oh, splendid. Can you do that to other people too?"

"Do other people," she confirms.

"Interesting. We'd attract less attention on the train if I looked temporarily yellow too."

She waves a hand unnecessarily and her hair turns yellow.

She peers in a wall mirror. "Fascinating. Will you be so kind as to change into local clothes and accompany me to the Senator's office?"

She nods, and an illusory privacy screen goes up. When it comes down, the two of them have changed into the provided local clothes. Their original garments are bundled into an unrecognizable as anything in particular except fabric lump in the crook of her arm.

"Perhaps the Adaros have a shopping bag..."

They do.

That works. Clothes and language notes go in the shopping bag.

"The train station is just down the way. Do you have trains?"

Headshake.

"Trains are a conveyance that travel along tracks, in this case through underground tunnels, so people can get near their final destinations quickly. We'll just go in and I'll pay for all of us and we'll sit there for a few minutes and get out at a different station."

Illia seems very intrigued by this description!

"I'd rather no one notice your alien abilities or your accents on the way, is that all right?"

"All right."