He'll step inside, then. "Is this Martian dialect?"

"...close enough, yeah. Uh, if you're new... are you some kind of really hardcore kin-plan type? Got into fey fruit and acid at the same time? What's the deal?"

"...No, I just - what's a kin-plan type?"

"Oh, the way indestructibility works is that you stay the shape you should be but some people get very wild ideas about what shape they should be and can kind of force themselves into something - usually not quite that weird - without knowing enough biology to make their own parts and stick them on. I don't know why it's called 'kin-plan' but the plan part is probably from 'body plan'."

"That sounds cool. But no, this is actually not as much of a change for me as you might think." Quick check: can he believe hard enough that he's a real angel and real angels should look like humans with wings?

Nope.

"Well, we do have some fey fruit if you need a quick fix, or - I could try to make wings for you but I honestly don't know where I'd attach them, I'd go with the fruit if I were you. It's not imported, but my colleague can get it close enough to work even if it doesn't taste identical."

"The fey fruit makes people have wings? That sounds very useful."

"What it does is loosen up your attachment to your body plan, and also specifically makes you feel like you should have wings. It doesn't provide a lot of detail on the wings and fairies usually go for the bug kind, but those don't work, so you need to go in firmly convinced that your wings should have bones and feathers and things."

...That sounds pretty hard considering everyone he knows with wings has the bug kind - okay, but the wings are a signifier of daeva type, right, that's why Cam's don't have feathers and fairies have bug wings and angels have feather wings. So as an angel he should have angel wings.

"I would like to try that."

The angel offers him a little red fruit.

He eats the fruit and tries to keep in mind that he should have feathery wings so everyone can see he's an angel. Very feathery, very strong, very statistically average angel wings. And maybe a vocal tract that can mimic human voices really really well.

The fruit doesn't seem to actually do anything.

"You have to let it hit you," the angel mentions. "It's a drug, not a magic wand, you have to let it work."

"How do I do that?"

"You just decide to, it's not complicated, but you might not do it without thinking about it."

He is definitely of the opinion that these fruits should work on him. He's not so sure they can if they're not magic and they're designed for humans - can he just declare that his brain chemistry should allow that - well, probably he can't unless the fruit works. "...Can I try again or...?"

"...sure." She gives him another.

He hesitates and mentally takes a step back and figures - whatever governs his body now is not biology. It is not physics. It is not that his metal plates have a certain resistance to being deformed or ground down. It is not that his central nervous system might change state in response to the addition of a new chemical. It's magic. It would just be silly for the physical and chemical makeup of his body to be relevant here. He is a daeva. It should work. And he sure wants it to work.

He eats the next fruit and thinks that he wants the fruit to work.

It doesn't.

"I'm not sure what the issue is, maybe the bug thing you're doing just won't accommodate wings?"

"Ugh. I don't know how to stop doing the bug thing, though. Uh, anyway, I assume there's more to the orientation than fruit?"

...If what the fruit does to him does depend on his body plan he might end up sick from the fruit not being food. He sure hopes that's not how it works.

"I guess we can postpone the flying lesson. Uh, here's a complimentary computer," it's not like Cam's, it has more input peripherals attached to it, "and I can teach you to use that if you don't know how, and it comes pre-loaded with machine translation so you can go between Portuguese and whatever else comes up - the local primary language is Tamudir, but we have plenty of human languages spoken too and a substantial minority of Choul speakers."

"That sounds very useful! I don't know how to use these yet, I'd like it if you'd teach me."

She will provide an introduction to computer use and show him where the typing practice program is. "I'd say you can get a chiplock install once you have the money but I don't know where a surgeon would even begin on you."

"...Yeah, that, uh, makes sense. Is there anything I should do for you, since you've been so nice and all?"

"Just pay your taxes, we're publicly funded. I'll walk you through how to do that." The angels have an electronic banking system and do everything through that, so the government can automatically take a small cut of relevant properties and transactions as long as he's not trying anything shady.

He has no interest in trying anything shady when all they've done is start things off by being nice.

"How do I get money and is that the kind of thing I should just be asking the computer?"