Angel squeezes his arm, "Lex is... psychologically incapable of caring more about other peoples' privacy than my safety. It comes with the shape-shifting, we think. We don't know a lot about how it works." 

"We definitely gotta stop them from doing that," he agrees seriously. "We should stop them from going into Amenta, if we can do that."

Heri and Kenta nod. "Maybe we can pretend Amenta already has robots? So they don't need to give any to it."

"Mhm, good idea." He glances up at the other three, "We should find out that before anything else, I think?" He'll start back towards the bar.

Angel turns to look at the kids as they approach, "You guys have questions?"

"Uh... uh..."

"What are your worlds like?"

"Mine is largely populated by a species called humans. And there are other shape-changing creatures like myself which you might or might not count as human depending on the source."

(Alex keeps quiet about the rest of what he heard, for now.)

"Ours is also mostly populated by humans. We don't know a lot about the supernatural beings there, but we've been assuming that whatever I am my blood family probably is, too. There's another kind of person, too, but we know even less about them. Pale, with stone-like skin, and they smell terrible."

"To you, maybe. Dav smelled very nice to me." 

(He scowls at the name.)

"Anyway, we've been calling that species 'vampires', since they seem to drink blood."

"Wow, weird. Do you guys have space-travel? Are you from different planets?"

"We are from different planets, but not in the sense that we could have travel to each other's planets without Milliways helps. As far I can tell. My world doesn't have space travel."

"Neither does ours, or not beyond a few manned missions to the moon and the space station. We got here the same way you three did - through the door. We might even be from alternates of the same world. Apparently Earth pops up a lot as pretty much the same place, often with different magic. Does 'United States of America' sound familiar to you?" She asks of Felix. 

(She feels like she should address the 'pollution' topic, somehow, or something like it, but she's not sure how to insert that gracefully...)

"Yes, but I am British."

"Wait, that sounds like the same world."

"It kinda of does, but I would expect to have heard of a being like him."

"We wouldn't have, but it's probably not the same one," he shrugs. 

"Do you think we could be from the same kind of world? What are humans like? And, um, what are your castes?"

"Castes? We don't have them. Anyone can have any job." Theoretically, anyway. "Most people decide in their twenties - we grow up in about 18 years and live about 75. I'm an artist, if I'm anything. Alex is a musician, but he used to work at a gym part-time, too. Our mom is a politician, and our dad is an exec in our grandfather's company." 

"India sort of have castes, but I think they are largely a cultural artifact and is something the government is trying to overcome. And my family largely works with being cultural leaders to mythical creatures - we are secret in our world - but my brothers and I are training to do magic research."

"That'd be a lot of different castes," Tobir says, wide-eyed. "Who, um." He glances at the other two, "Who does stuff like, um. Garbage, and plumbing, and stuff like that?"

"Plumbers and... garbage people? They're jobs like any other." This is what they need to know, "Anyone can do them."

"Same here. I mean, you need to be trained as a plumber... which I don't know if it is complicated to get, but that's true to any job that requires certification."

Tobir has to take a moment to absorb this. "Anyone can be one? But- but how do they get people to do that? Don't people think it's gross?" 

"I mean, it's not exactly glamorous, but I think plumbing at least pays pretty decently. I guess a plumber might get covered in some pretty gross stuff, but they can just wash off after a day at work."