Margaret is on her way to work, walking instead of flying today so she can drink her coffee without spilling it, when she sees the cryptid. She's a truly far-out one, no limbs to speak of, just a long snaky body with a mirror for a face. Margaret smiles at her and goes to walk on by, but the cryptid slithers right at her all of a sudden and--hits?--Margaret with the giant mirror. Except she doesn't experience getting whacked with a sheet of glass.
Huh. She'd expect an alien to look more alien than that; it probably flew into the mirrorsnake trying to fight its own reflection or something.
When she feels relatively hydrated from the strawberries, she gets rid of the strawberry vine and replaces it with a peanut plant, with a cluster of peanuts dangling off her wrist, and starts putting them into her pockets rather than shelling them one at a time.
Then she stops at one pocketful of peanuts and re-scales her arm and holds out a peanut in the newcomer's general direction, looking friendly.
Smile and wave? She's still silver, but her silhouette is clearly human at least, she really shouldn't get mistaken for a cryptid. "Hi!"
It would be of a piece with the luck she's been having today for the snake to have grabbed a foreign tourist. Or maybe there's some kind of hostile cryptid fashion trend and this guy was in China yesterday. "Hello! Do you speak English?"
She holds out the peanut and takes a slow step towards him.
She points at herself and says "Margaret". Breaks the peanut-shell in half, eats one of the two nuts inside, holds out the other.
It's like meeting a new neighbor's cat, except utterly weird. She keeps holding still. How far away from her is he, at this point?
Cautious walking toward him, both hands visible, wondering why he seems so afraid. Is it because he doesn't have any clothes? She'd probably be reluctant to meet new people if she was stuck being naked.
"Do you speak English? Parlez-vous Français?" that's all she's got.
Sorry, dude, she didn't decide to have one or more absurdly powerful cryptids running around stranding people. She points at herself and says "Margaret" again.
Happy smile! "Hello Daz." She points at the peanut in her other hand, says "Food," and mimes eating.
Smile, nod, "Food for Daz." What got this guy so scared? Is he afraid of magical girls or did something awful happen to him or what?
She takes a tiny step back herself and tries to look small and harmless.