They shake their heads.

"This is weird," mutters Belmarniss, flipping through the written summary.

"Weirder than it looks at first glance?"

"They're not just from more or less recognizable other planes, the planes are all wildly different and so are the pharaoh-type people."

The new, sleeping person is dressed in backwards clothes including one glove and one sock.

"Do you know something?"

" - no. Which is very annoying, I usually do."

"She looks human and I think she's too short to be a Maitimo given a human height distribution. That'd make her Anaander's, can't you guess anything from the clothes?"

"Not human, I don't think."

He gestures for the body to be dragged away.

"She looks human, what else would she be?"

"I'm not human."

"The summary says you're a hive mind when you're at home, but aren't you a hive mind of humans?"

Nod. "But she's not. - I meant it when I said I hadn't figured it out. But she's mine and she's not a human."

"Maybe you could - elaborate on the technical sense of 'human' you're using here."

"I do not think she was born of human parents and grew up doing her cognition with a human brain and now still does that. I do not know exactly which elements of that are off."

Elsewhere, she wakes up.

There is a human standing there. He casts some spells on her. 

"Name?" he asks.

"Hmmmmmmm," she says. "...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm how about Rubelite? But if you ask the rest of me you might get a different answer! I can't tell me right now."

"Explain."

" - please. I'm - sorry for everything, but please let me watch it's complicated and I'll explain later and I need to know -"

" - what do you need to know for?"

"She's a ship. Aliens made her to talk to me."