"Modulo circumstances, it's very nice to meet you too. Would it be indelicate to inquire about the wings?" 

"...they're wings? I don't know what your question about them is."

"--I mean, humans don't usually have wings. I don't think I've met anything that's a person and has feathered wings, although I'll admit that even I certainly haven't met everything that exists." 

"...I'm a - are you not a magical girl?"

"I...am indubitably a girl and I guess it's not like I can claim what I can do doesn't count as magic..."

"Where on Earth did you say you were from?"

"London. The Fifth City. The Prickfinger Wastes. The Neath." 

"London is a real place in England and the rest of what you said is nonsense!"

"...London...hasn't been in England since before I was born." 

"Which was when?"

"February 1879." 

"It's 2006."

...

...

"I guess it's not impossible the Bazaar gave London back," she says dubiously. 

"In... some way that would lead to nobody having noticed it was gone? - also they did have magical girls in 1879."

"Oh, everybody knows it's gone. And I think I would probably have noticed if anyone was managing anything reasonably describable as 'magic' on the Surface, right out where a Judgment's light shines full-force. Curiouser and curiouser." 

"A Judgment?"

"Yyyyyes, um, stars are people. Magic people. Who...enforce the laws of physics a certain way. Whether they want to or not. I mean, there's a way to stop, but I don't think most of them know that. And they'd probably get caught. And that--wouldn't end well for them."

"...so, I think we are not from the same planet."

"That doesn't necessarily explain everything but I think explaining everything might take a bit longer than this, yes. Hm." 

...Pause. 

"If you have a sun and can do things Judgment-light wouldn't allow, that--does suggest an alternate interpretation for this planet's star not talking to me when I tried talking to it. Besides it just being stuck up." 

"You thought the star was stuck up? Uh, anyway, yeah, magical girls can do magic. I thought you were one for - reasons -"

"- but apparently you're something else? What are you?"

"I...am...only half human. I suppose given the givens there's no reason not to tell you the whole story. My mother is human and my grandfather is a Judgment and my grandmother is a Messenger. This...isn't what I was born looking like, I figured out how to turn myself mostly human-looking a little over a year ago." 

"Huh. Okay. Magical girls start out like normal human girls and then gain the ability to shapeshift and if we're pretty enough get additional powers."

"I wouldn't be shocked if something like that happened in the Neath, although I'd be curious what caused it. The reason I thought the star was stuck up is because it wasn't talking to me and, uh, I am multiple generations of Space Miscegenation and most Judgments are Space Racist. If the Space Constables find out I exist my grandparents are not going to have a fun time of it."