“I imagine that your society has many false expectations of aliens, and that we do as well.”

"Who takes care of your children?" exclaims Nuta.

“Some people do like children, or tolerate them, and they’re paid very well to work in creches.”

"Maybe your children are different," mutters Nuta.

“It’s very possible! I apologize if I’ve offended you in any way.”

"Your poor babies!"

“I apologize if I’ve offended you in any way,” Nuwalati repeats.

Nuta has apparently expressed sufficient horror and falls silent.

“... thank you for coming in! It’s very important to bring matters of importance to the attention of people equipped to deal with them, even when it’s very hard, and we appreciate it. I’ll schedule you an appointment with a higher office for tomorrow. In the meanwhile, would you like assistance acquiring ID, a bank account, housing, or other necessities?” 

"...yes, please."

ID can be arranged, a bank account with a small balance on it can be arranged, she can access that bank account by typing in this sequence of numbers onto keypads, an apartment for the night can be arranged, and then she can be ushered back to the concerned!alien, who’s been waiting in the lobby, petting some sort of - office pet in the form of a weirdly fluffy crow? - and looking very concerned.

"...hello."

The fluffy crow flutters off.

“- hi.”

"Do you know how I can find my apartment for the night?"

“- I can find the address and get us there, sure. They believed you, and everything?”

"I think so. Someone else will talk to me tomorrow."

“Woo! Great, let’s go.”

She fiddles with her hexagonal pocket everything - which actually seems to be attached to a second hexagonal pocket everything, today? The two screens form a seamless whole - and it produces directions, which they may then proceed to follow.

"Why do you have two now?"

“I wanted to lend you one, and this way it’s harder to forget the second at home, see? And it makes it easier to type.”

"Oh." It still looks awkward to her but okay. To the apartment.

The world outside the building appears to have entered into some manner of petwalking hour; there are dozens upon dozens of dogs, cats, squirrels, crows, and assorted reptiles being carried and led around on leashes and so on.

The apartment contains no obvious animal life, and stands out as particularly sparse and minimalistic compared to everywhere else she’s been so far; there are still several happy little houseplants in the windowsill, attached to an automatic watering system. Concerned!alien - who still hasn’t given her name - detaches one hexagonal pocket everything from the other, hands it to her, and gives her a basic rundown on how to use its non-pedagogical functions.

"Thank you," says Nuta. She appreciates the reduced business of this apartment.

“You’re welcome! - I don’t think I told you my name, I’m Koyumena and you can send me a message by tapping that name on your contact page. Do you, um, want to be friends?”

"...sure. Koyumena? That's a pretty name."

“Thank you! I like Nuta, too, it’s very to-the-point.”