He appears in a circle with a human standing before him. The human shrieks. Also now he speaks Portuguese and a little English.

"Uh," says the human. "Uh, you. Uh."

"Hi, summoner," he attempts to pronounce in Portuguese. He really needs different mouthparts if he wants to be consistently understood, though.

"Is that, uh, a takeoff from a movie I haven't seen or your... own design."

"...Second one. You like it?" He looks down and tries to read the circle.

The circle is many paragraphs' worth of legalese wrapped around a circle, which makes it kind of hard to read. It says things about what he is not allowed to change in and out of the context of a task.

"Uh, if you wanna be a movie monster I can - I can hook you up."

He shakes his head, hoping that means the same thing here. "Tempting, but I'm not looking for anything long-term right now."

"Yeah, I was actually looking for set design people but that's long term too. Okay, uh, bye."

An awkward sixty seconds later he's back in the glowy city.

"Does anyone speak whatever this is?" he asks whoever happens to be nearby, in Portuguese.

"Oh, I do!" says a nearby angel. "Wow, that's really something, how long did that take you to figure out? You've gotta have been studying biology for a thousand years, wow."

"I was born with it. I'm an alien summoner from another planet. Actually, I was hoping there was some kind of orientation for new people?"

"...whoa, I thought for sure we'd have heard about it if there were aliens," the angel says. "Um, yeah, there's an office - I think I remember where it is - it's - oh, you can't fly, can you, I don't know how to get there walking."

"I could... turn my arms into wings? But I don't know how."

"...you turned yourself into that and you don't know how to do wings?"

"I did say I'm an alien but maybe I should figure out a more articulated mouth before I say it again. Is the orientation place itself flying or could I climb to it?"

"Oh, I think there is a walking path, but I don't know it, I always fly. Wow, an alien, a real alien. Do you hatch from eggs, did demons figure out how to make alien eggs?"

Oh, fuck. There's one technical difficulty in the way of demons doing that and he's already figured out how to get around it.

"Definitely yes to the first, I think also yes to the second."

"Yikes! They treating you guys all right in Hell?"

"So the funny story about this is that I actually died and came here because my planet is in the process of being conquered by a demon - it's a very quiet conquest because it's not like anyone can stop him and it's not like he's particularly done anything wrong by human standards - and I wanted to know if there was... prior art on what to do about that."

"...why isn't the demon who made you doing anything?"

"Ironically enough this would be easier to explain if you could conjure things - our planet was just a human planet before we started living on it, and we're dealing with a summoned demon, and I don't think it's in hell although if hell has stars in the sky then I can't confirm it isn't - anyway, I know this sounds ridiculous, and I don't need you to do anything about it, I just want the orientation and to know how demons think."

"...right, okay. I'll fly there and ask for walking directions for you." She takes off, she's back about five minutes later. "This way."

"Thanks." He'll go this way, then.

She leads him to an office which has Portuguese as one of many languages on its sign saying "New Angels". "I don't know if they have a Portuguese speaker in right now," she says, "did you get anything else?"

"A little bit of something, I guess I can take another summons if I have to but I don't think I'm very useful to the summoners yet."

"Okay, well, they might have one, lots of people speak it." She pushes through the door and holds it for him. "There you go. Do you have a Portuguese -"

"I can get along in Portuguese as long as it's Martian dialect?" replies the angel condensing water out of the air to sprinkle on the office plants.