A few hours later the everything says in Voan:
"Hello, I'm Jarvis."
"Hi, Jarvis," Levva says.
Jarvis waits for a few minutes and then prompts him with, "I'm sure you have questions."
"Do you want to keep talking to me or do you want to talk to Asher? I can translate." The screen shows a picture of the alien with a glowy blue thing in his chest.
"Then you can keep talking to me," Jarvis says. "Do you need anything?"
"I'm polluted," Levva says. "I need a shower."
"I don't know what that means."
"I touched urine," Levva says. "And now I'm polluted, and people who touch me will become polluted unless I shower."
Jarvis shows some videos of aliens coughing and sneezing and throwing up, then an alien with sores on their skin. "Like this?"
"No," Levva says, "that's 'sick'. I'm polluted. It doesn't look like anything. You can't check for it with machines or anything. --I'm sorry, I'm not a theologian--"
"Is there anything you need for the shower so you won't be polluted anymore?"
Special soaps. But he doesn't remember the order of the soaps. "No."
(If they don't have a procedure for pollution already then everyone here is polluted-- everything here is polluted-- he can never know whether anything is clean or not-- he's going to be polluted for the rest of his life-- Levva tries not to think about it but he's always been awful at not thinking about horrible things he can't change.)
One of the uniformed aliens shows him to a shower and he showers and scrubs his skin until the sensation of being polluted, still present, subsides and he realizes that he's about to faint from hunger.
He signals the alien and they take him back to Jarvis.
"Is there anything else you need?" Jarvis asks.
"Food," Levva says.
"Our scans indicate that you can digest the same food we eat," Jarvis says.
The food, when it arrives, is alien; he doesn't recognize it. It tastes pretty good when he manages not to think about the fact that it's probably polluted.
As he eats, Jarvis explains, "Some people in our universe can travel to different universes. One of them opened a door to another universe and forced you through it. We are going to send you back soon."
"Okay," Levva says. At least he won't be polluted forever or executed. That's a comfort. Well, probably a comfort for the second one.
"The same people live in different universes," Jarvis says. "There are other Levvas. You might also know Sasha or Marlo or Asher or Z. There are versions of those people too. You can meet them or stay here."
"I don't have friends," Levva says.
"Okay," Jarvis says. "You can meet the people who like Levvas from other universes, or you can stay here until we figure out how to return you."
"I don't care," Levva says.
"You're not... curious?" Jarvis asks, surprised.
"Why would I be curious?" Levva says.