...This is rather whiplash-y. But she still looks fine, and if it's a Gift thing then that would cover it. Maybe she figures her dom will come looking for her and she might as well enjoy herself in the meantime. That also sounds like a thing he'd do.

And if her dom comes looking for her and is annoyed at them for just sitting there - well, it's not as though it would be more helpful if they walked off instead, and he's pretty sure it's not illegal to hang out with someone and not call the police when they haven't actually done anything. Not that the Home won't be happy to punish them anyway, if some important dom is annoyed over them and wants it. But they're not about to call the police on some random sub, that is sure not happening, so if that's what going to happen then that's what will happen. Hanging out with a neat singing sub with a cool Gift is well worth a beating anyway, in his opinion.

(He looks over at Alessa, but they're on the same page about not calling police on random subs, he already knows that. And Alessa isn't going to agree to just go off somewhere else and try to leave it all on Kente if it comes to that.)

He smiles back. "Sure thing! I dance myself, actually." The stone beach isn't exactly idea surface, but he can stand up and do a few steps, swirling the illusion around him as counterpoint to his movement.

(It's true that they are on the same page, and that he isn't going to agree to do that. He sits and watches.)

She's very happy to watch him dance!! She grins. And sings in that wordless, wave-evoking way again.

That's not something already in his repertoire but he can improvise, and try to account for the unideal surface. 

"Thank you! Wow, that's so pretty, you know- It's great with the dancing! I can understand you better now, I think."

He will interpret that as the 'you think about it a bit and you remember more than you did at first' sort of thing. "Thank you!" Her singing continues to be fantastic and he will also tell her so.

"Do you perform?"

"I'm not that good, really. Not as- Work. Just some shows on the-" She reaches for a word. "-Hmm, I don't think you have it? I'm very extremely lost. Which is a little worrying but really, fine, it's the most exciting thing that's happened to me in years!"

That also won't come across as strange to him - 'sounds nice to a random music-enjoyer not familiar with the genre or style or conventions' is obviously not the same thing as 'top of the art wherever the art is actually a major thing' (he wonders if it's the sort of thing the library would have some tapes for, if he digs for them). "Well, I'm glad I got to hear!" He wonders what the thing is that they don't have. Some kind of amateur performance organization system? Sounds cool. 

He laughs a little. "Hope you have fun with it then. Let us know if we can help, though. We know our way around, mostly, and - Ale do we still have the guest bus pass this month?" (They do). "We have a guest bus pass so we could take you somewhere if you don't have fare along. Not that we'd get in the way if you just wanted to stay right here." 

"-Oh, right. I don't have any money they'll accept here."

(Should she be trying to appear 'normal'? Eh. That's doomed to failure when she doesn't know where she is or what's normal here. She's obviously on a strange, backward planet by some bizarre contrivance, and what to do next really depends on information she doesn't have... Maybe she should shift to a form less likely to go with the flow, but... Eh. They don't seem too surprised by her fins changing into legs but something more extreme might be a bit much. Maybe that's the Mer-brain talking but it's fiiiine.)

She's frowning slightly as she thinks this over. "I don't suppose I could ask you two for advice on getting my bearings?"

...He supposes they could offer to take her to a bank, but he's not actually sure how banks feel about changing pocket-money amounts of money for random subs. And he has some pocket money along, and taking around a cool foreign singing sub around if she does want to go somewhere sounds like a more fun use for it than whatever else he could do with it. Maybe she can give him some of whatever he has and he can have a neat coin collection, but we won't mind if that doesn't happen, either.

He brushes some rock-dust off his robe. "Sure. Glad to help." He can't immediately think of what the first most useful things to say are, so he'll pause to see if she has some already.

She stands up- Her bare feet and legs look mostly normal now, though her legs still have those pretty scales.

"I'll need a place to sleep, to get something to eat, to earn money. I'll need to know what things are like here. You really have no idea just how lost I am, I'm not sure you'd believe me."

Ok, not - what he was expecting. ...He could come up with ideas about what she's talking about but that seems more likely to correlate with whatever is on his mind than with what she actually means.

(He looks at Alessa.)

Alessa looks uncertain, and more worried again.

"...You could check by telling us?" he suggests, mostly because that seems pretty relevant information and he's not actually sure what else to say.

"I think I'm from another, hmm, I still don't have many words- Another round rock in space!" (This is said in a cheerfully relaxed voice without any worry or alarm.)

Well, either that or she's in an elaborate hallucination, or this is real and someone is pulling an elaborate prank with something stupidly powerful to create a fake starscape and block out her links. But that wouldn't be helpful to say, would it?

...

He looks at Alessa again. He. Does not feel like he knows what to do at this point. Obviously any advice would tell them to call the relevant authorities, and obviously they're not going to do that, and he's not really sure where that leads in things they could do, he is feeling very out of his area of any knowledge here -

He - is too. But. They're not going to call the police and he's - pretty sure that telling her that's probably not true won't really help with anything, and if they can help with anything then that's good, and she did ask for things.

"We can help you get some food. And - talk about what things are like here." He doesn't know how that kind of knowledge - ?translates? doesn't? But there's a lot of things where it seems better to hear them if you know and take them for granted already than not to risk not knowing them.

We'll, they'll see soon enough. If she want to bother to really prove it.

"Thank you so much. Hopefully I can help you in return somehow."

"Of course. Did you want to get food right now?" He is now worried about how she might have been eating, and of course he can't really ask about it...

"I'm fine without eating for a while actually, I am - really really resilient to cold and food and sleep and stuff like that. Not perfectly but pretty good. Same thing that does the legs. But, food sounds nice. You just - buy it, right?"

...He's not sure if that should make him more or less worried. Could her Gift do that? Probably, but he thinks believing it when it's not true could also happen. If her Gift can cover it it's not the best use of money. But she said food sounds nice. And he doesn't want to risk it.

"Yeah, we buy it." He gestures back the way they'd come here. ...Except. "...Do you have other clothes?" He's not sure what to do if she doesn't - maybe Kente has something, but if not. They could have one of them go and bring her something back, maybe...

"I could make them change? It takes a few minutes. What's wrong with them? And I'll pay you back once I have a way to do that."

"They're gorgeous," he assures her. "If we leave the beach, there's street dress laws." 

She looks puzzled and looks down. Her breasts and groin are plenty covered??

Shoes, maybe?

"...I need to know what they are to comply with them?"