Has she seen any bank branches other than the original one? Also, local fashion seems weird. The colors are meaningful? She's been struck by odd color choices multiple times now. Hopefully tan/brown is nice and neutral. 

There has not been anything that is definitely a bank, but she did happen to notice another building that has a counter, lines of queuing people, and no obvious merchandise, which seems like a promising candidate.

The colors are definitely meaningful. If she watches the crowds for long enough, she'll notice that nobody speaks to or looks at anyone wearing red — or with a red shining light clipped into their hair. The people wearing red generally have a flatter aspect, and rarely speak. People working at businesses usually have purple worked into their clothing, and people on the street don't. Most people have either a blue light in their hair, or blue somewhere on their clothing, even if they're otherwise wearing brown. Brown, tan, and green all seem to have no effect that she can discern. There are also some people with orange lights, although it seems like an unpopular clothing color, and she spots one person with a red-and-blue blinking light sitting on the balcony of an apartment and shouting down to someone on the street with a blue light.

Meanwhile, the Central River City Emergency Services Unprecedented Situations Rapid Response Team — which is so much of a mouthful that they usually just call themselves the Weird Shit Team — is brainstorming.

"... we can try to get a helicopter in?" Veramat suggests. "And watch through cameras?"

    "We can't possibly cover the full city. What I want to know is why the fox disappeared from the cameras at a different time. And how it was still apparent to the door sensor," their coworker replies.

"Okay, hear me out. What if we make a city-wide announcement that ..."

    "No way! One group of people saw one invisible fox. We can't just disturb the whole city like that."

Þummil pokes her head in from the call center. She's still speaking on the phone, so she signs to them.

Hey guys, we have an invisible fox turning into a non-invisible person of indeterminate gender on camera outside an antiques store, she signs.

    "... okay, maybe we can do a city wide announcement. What would you want it to say?"

She... Doesn't want to put on red, having observed its possible use for evading notice.

It feels like faking a disability. The internet would hate her for it!

...This line of thought is kind of distracting? Hmm. Also maybe nobody will take her 'check' for all that she wants a nice croissant and tea right now. Hmmmmmm. (Her tail lashes slightly as she thinks. It makes her back look weird.)

...More wandering, really. Maybe back to the park-ish zones to sit and listen and think.

There's plenty of little green spaces (or, white spaces, with the light dusting of snow) for her to sit and think. The city almost seems designed to encourage that kind of thing, and there are several groups of friends sitting around in the parks she passes.

Soon, she reaches an emptier park that has a nice little café, or something along the same lines, tucked into the back corner and selling pastries. The scent of fresh-baked bread wafts out in a curtain every time someone opens the door.

Just as she reaches it, all of the phones within earshot give the same little three-tone chirp, and many people stop where they are in the street and fish a phone out to look at it.

.....Uh-oh?

If she spoke the language, she might have a better idea of what just happened. As it is, a lot of people turn to start walking in a different direction than they had been going, or speak in excited or dismissive tones to their friends, or begin looking around at the other passers by.

A man emerges from the café with a thermos of something and then pauses in the doorway to look her up and down.

It's always men who

Wrongthought.

Ugh. Ugh ugh. Why did the rift have to drop her IN THE MIDDLE OF A BANK. She can't even be mad at the cops. Invisible giant foxes are pretty alarming.

Nonchalantly enjoying the park here, alert but not concerned. She stands and starts walking in a people-less direction.

The man calls out after her, but doesn't seem inclined to pursue. It's easy enough to slip away between the buildings, and find an unoccupied corner. This one is not a park, but a little loading dock area for a group of stores. There's nothing currently being unloaded, though — just some elevated doors and suggestive tire tracks in the snow. 

She (invisibly) clambers up to a roof and peers over the streets.

It's a shame she came up the back side, since the street-facing side of this roof has some ropes for self-belay and a set of handholds. The roof itself just has some sparse chairs and a big solar panel.

As for the people on the streets ...

It's clear that something is happening. Not everyone is reacting in the same way, but there's a sense of some unexpected disruption to routine. Where before, people were going about their business or sitting and chatting, now people are mostly walking with a determined stride, or discussing in large groups. During the first few minutes, a number of people put red lights in their hair, or change their lights from blue to red. A few minutes after that, the people with red lights have almost completely vanished from the street, although they left in different directions.

The smell of bread from the café is still apparent to her sensitive nose, even from the roof, tempting her.

Another golf cart is visible in the distance, a pair of people stopping people on the street and speaking to them before moving on.

In the distance, she can still hear the normal sounds of the city. Whatever they think is happening, the trains are still running, and people are still working and living.

"... so then we get some spotlights in, to make the right building really obvious," Veramat pitches.

Their colleagues nod thoughtfully. "So we can start with SCOL and LCTL, partially so everyone knows what's happening, and then what? Fox calls?"

    "Now that Smaller Continent Dispatch has confirmed it, I think we can probably get an expert on foxes pretty easily. Þummil, would you make the request?"

"What do we do if they don't show?"

    "We'll need to give them some time, certainly. But it's early in the day — we won't be doing anything that will need an impact payment until the evening. And then we can try again the next day."

"Are foxes nocturnal?"

    "I think they're crepuscular, actually, like wolves. I think it's worth the impact payment, personally. See if Dispatch will authorize the expense."

"Okay, what do we do if they do show?"

    "Senior Diplomat Tatenika and her team are already being flown in, just in case. Their plane should touch down in about four hours."

"I have a biologist specializing in dogs and foxes on the line," Þummil announces.

   "Put them on speaker — Specialist, what have you heard about the situation?"

Uuuuuugh. She probably can't avoid it forever. Also, piecing together more than greetings in a completely new language is a frustrating task.

And now it's a big fucking deal and they're freaking out. Probably tons of screaming behind the scenes.

Uuuuugh. 

Ugh.

She should just cut to the heart of it.

She stops being invisible, stops manifesting her extra clothes that hide her ears and tail, and walks straight down the middle of the street.

Of course, she's actually twenty feet back from where it looks like she is.

That will immediately get people's attention. There's a suserration as people notice and turn and say things to their neighbors.

The people in purple pants hurry up the street, just shy of running. One of them hangs back with the cart, and the other walks toward Weiss's image with her hands empty, and held out palm-outward at waist level. She stops about ten feet away, and speaks in a quiet, calm voice that Weiss might have trouble hearing from thirty feet away.

"Hello. I'm pretty sure you can't understand me, but nod if you can."

Then she slowly places one hand on her chest and says "Kyaris".

A lot of people have their phones out, and are recording the interaction. Back with the cart, the other purple pants person is speaking into their phone and rummaging through a bag in the back.

Illusion which only purple people can see: Weiss cringing away from a blank faced crowd. Then Weiss in a private room with two people in purple, looking tense but not upset.

Kyaris looks at (the illusion of) Weiss, and then over at the crowd.

She turns away and cups her hands to her mouth.

"By the power vested in me by Central River City Emergency Services, I am establishing a minimum perimeter around the alien," she calls. "The alien may possibly be tushot. Nobody not currently working with Emergency Services is permitted to intentionally approach more closely than a hundred paces. Please back away."

There is some grumbling, but people back away from Weiss and Kyaris, giving them plenty of space.

Kyaris starts to slowly walk back toward the golf cart, beckoning to Weiss.

Ugg ugh ugh ughhgggggghhhgh there are millions of at least a couple thousand people paying attention to her and Important People are going to want Answers and ugh.

(The illusion of) Weiss will get in the golf cart, bearing defensive body language. Actual Weiss will run along behind it.

Kyaris and her coworker are both scrupulously careful not to touch the illusion of Weiss. They murmur quietly to each other as they travel.

The golf cart moves slowly, and the crowds melt away in front of it, leaving the street empty and the shop windows full of curious faces. But it doesn't have to travel far, before they pull up to a small building with a solar panel on the roof and a charging spot for the golf cart.

Kyaris opens the door and steps in, holding it open to show Weiss that the room contains nothing but a table, and a large number of labeled boxes on wire shelves. Her coworker plugs in the cart, and then sits back in it, apparently not going to join her in the building.

Yeah alright the actual Weiss will go inside with the illusion. She leans against a wall in the corner even as the illusion hops up onto the table (making it shift a realistic amount) and sits cross-legged, though.

She predicted this would suck and her prediction was correct.

"I'm Weiss. You're- Kyaris?"

The politeness agreement is incorrect, and Kyaris privately doubts that the alien is gendering themselves correctly — but that's a very promising utterance, she thinks! At least the alien is trying, which is something she knows the folks at dispatch were worried about.

Kyaris is totally and utterly not trained for this. But, she's the one who's here, so she'll just have to do her best. She has a personal dispatcher sitting on her earbud, ready to give her updates from the experts as she needs them.

"I'm Kyaris," she confirms, nodding. "You're Weiss?"

She uses a different interrogative pronoun than Weiss used.

Her patience for this started at 'low' and is already going down. But it's not going to go away just because she wants it to.

How about she repeats all the different versions of "I'm" and "you're" she's overheard rapid-fire and then gives a helpless shrug? This shit is like the tones in Atsosi: Completely incomprehensible from the outside.

Kyaris winces. Yeah, that's valid. Probably they should have done what Larger Continent did, honestly. She murmurs a question to the experts in her ear.

She makes a 'wait' gesture, and wanders off into the shelves. She returns a moment later with a whiteboard and a set of colored markers. She props it up against one wall, and draws a picture of a leaf, a muffin, a bird, and a rock.

She points to the leaf. "I eat this. I eat a leaf."

Then she points to the bird. "I eat this. I eat a bird."

Then she points to the muffin. "I eat this. I eat a muffin."

She points to the rock. "I don't eat this. I don't eat rocks."

"What does Weiss eat?"