"I don't want you to do something stupid."

Chitter.

Sigh. 

A crow lands on a railing across the street and Segda leaps at it suddenly, trying to catch it. It flies away and Segda gives chase.

- she should probably follow. She does that.

Segda knocks over a couple people in its attempt to grab the crow but loses sight of it after a block of running.

"Are you hungry?"

"No I just wan- yeep!" it says, catching sight of the five adult strangers down the cross street and taking off running away from them.

She hesitates for a moment and then heads over to the adult strangers.

One of them seems to have maybe spotted Segda; they're murmuring to each other.

"Hi. I have a question." She doesn't need the interpreter.

The strangers are surprised to hear their language. They mutter more quietly to each other, flicking their eyes nervously in her direction.

"Should I go away?"

"What's your question?" one asks her.

"What makes strangers go mad?"

"We aren't crazy," says the stranger, "we're just very different from you."

" - okay. Can strangers safely live among humans?"

"We aren't here to stay, we're here to trade," says the stranger.

"Yeah. I wasn't asking about you."

"We don't live among humans."

"Can't, or don't, though?"

"The difference doesn't matter."

"Okay. Are there any stranger ambassadors I could talk or write to with more questions?"

"No."

"None, anywhere."