"Actual alien who just looks like Amila, sorry."

"Oh. You look a lot like her and you were with Ada - sorry."

"Reasonable! I have a sister who she looks just like, it's fucking bizarre."

"Well... twins?" shrugs the student. "Anyway welcome to Amenta, I'm sure you get begged for planets all the time but, that..."

"Didn't come here on purpose, can't do planets yet, working on it."

Nod.

"What are you studying?"

"Illustration."

"Huh, okay. Good luck!"

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

And then they can go find the park where Odette is hanging out in a tree. Fortunately it is within walking distance. Illia has taken a train and it is not an experience she is eager to repeat.

She gets double-takes but no one else identifies her as the green local instance of her face.

Reasonable.

They reach the tree. "Guess what I found!" Illia calls up.

"Hm?" Odette says. She looks down.

"...Uh."

"Hi!"

"Hi, uh, any idea why you look like me?"

"As far as we can tell I am you--my name's Ada and I have a twin sister named Amila who looks exactly like Illia and a geneticist parent and a general sense of social malcontent. Which is, alas, harder to leverage than it need be because everyone expects frivolous social malcontentment from silly green university students and correspondingly takes it less seriously."

"...This is incredibly bizarre."

"Mhm."

"I mean leaving aside the fact that I apparently have an alien duplicate I kind of would have expected your hair to be a darker shade."

She bursts out giggling. "It naturally comes in darker! But it's not green, so I bleach and dye it."

"Her father--who, uh, appears to be our mom and vice-versa--is grey."

"...That's weird."

"I know!"

"What about this isn't weird?"