The pink-haired person doesn’t pay any particular attention to her.
They can navigate to their destination with a brief walk and an elevator ride; the elevator contains a small fountain with pretty rocks in it, for some reason. And then concerned!alien politely jabbers back and forth with a receptionist, in the incomprehensible language with all the clicks and weird consonants that people seem to prefer when not talking to her, and then she’s escorted alone to the office of someone with a taste for faux-fur.
”Hello! I’m Nuwalati,” says Nuwalati, who looks like she’s about to drown in the mass of her own coat. “In addition to my other duties, I field concerns about potentially anomalous events. If you demonstrate sufficient evidence for your anomalous claims, I will either act on them myself, or send you to a superior office with the power to further test them and then act upon them. If I choose not to act on your claims, or send you to a superior office, I will not, necessarily, be making the claim that your experiences are false, but will instead be making the claim that they fail to meet our verification standards. Do you have any questions?”