Wow, that guy's a teleporter? Score. - not score, she can't make it do it again.

She climbs a tree to see what she can see.

There's a city with weird architecture in the direction opposite the flare, a little cabin about 45° off from the latter, and someone with a broken leg sitting underneath the dispersing smoke.

Well, if someone has just sent up a signal flare it's probably unusually unwise to eat them, but she's pretty full right now anyway. She will go see what's up with the person.

She looks unhappy but not nearly as much so as one would expect, and is writing in a fabric-bound notebook.

Addy traipses up to her and waves.

She says something in a language Addy has never heard.

"Sorry, I don't know that one." Which is a little weird but not that weird. Addy will start trying more languages, she knows lots.

Broken leg lady allows this for three languages and then irritably starts scooting closer to Addy.

Okay?

When she gets close enough her head snaps up and she stares sort of at and sort of through Addy as though she'd never wanted anything in her entire life before this moment.

Hopefully this random human has not managed to somehow mate to her? Asymmetrically? That would be weird?

She keeps on staring awhile but eventually produces an intelligible ". . . Hello."

"Hello."

"If you don't mind me asking - what are you?"

"Why d'you ask?"

"I've seen a lot of improvements to humanity in my time but not - anywhere near like what you have - "  Her leg is making weird crunching noises even though she's not moving it.

"Most people don't find it very obvious! I'm a vampire."

". . . They don't?"

"Not unless I go out in the sunshine." She sticks her hand in the nearest sunbeam and sparkles.

"Oh, I wouldn't have guessed that one but it does follow - ow - "  Her leg realigns itself.  "But how could anyone look at you and not immediately notice?"

"Maybe you're just very perceptive! I guess usually I also have sunglasses, that helps."

"Your mental capacity is orders of magnitude higher than anyone else's I've ever met; that doesn't seem very missable.  Where are you from - "

Addy noseboops her.

The human in front of her is a person.  She's more fit than any other Addy is likely to have encountered, is currently fluent in eighteen languages none of which Addy is familiar with (and knows an extremely specific subset of one recognizable one), and part of her leg is of vampiric instead of human composition.  She's only a little bit hungry and isn't at all thirsty.  She doesn't have anywhere near the amount of space in her head that a vampire does but it's creeping closer by the second.

Addy could take any of her traits and make them her own.

"Not sure that leg's gonna work out for you in the long run."

"I'll either make the rest of my body like yours or put it back once there are regular people."

"My thing has side effects. Although I guess if you haven't noticed 'em yet maybe the leg isn't gonna getcha."

"What kind of side effects?"

"Three days unfathomable agony, unquenchable thirst for human blood..."

"Goodness."

"Yeah. But your leg does not appear to be making with the unfathomable agony so probably you're good."

"It feels maybe a bit off but quite fathomably so at present."  She stands up and succeeds in putting weight on it without flinching.  "Were you evading the question about where you're from on purpose or did something distract you."

"Oh, I'm from Germany, but that was a long time ago, and almost certainly irrelevant to anything you actually want to know."

"Where is Germany.  And what would I actually want to know."

"Well, it's not like all Germans are vampires or all vampires are German and my being a vampire is much more interesting. Germany is in Europe kinda in between France and Poland. But I am increasingly confident that none of the languages you speak are from the right planet."

"I don't recognize any of yours either."

"It's very exciting! I don't quite know how I got here, I was not able to get back after I landed and even if there was a trick to it that's kaput now."

"How do you mean?"

"Your thing where you can tell what someone's like? I have that now and it's instead, not too. So I no longer have the thing that sent me here, but eh, no huge loss, probably, since it seems likely to be some kind of defensive power that shooed me real hard rather than an actual power the bearer had to teleport."

Apparently this warrants some more staring, during which the expansion of her brainspace pauses.  "Oh, I see, you have - two - and this language doesn't have the words . . ."

"A tragic deficiency. I do speak a lot of languages if one of them suits you better. I'll have picked up yours after a few days listening to people speak it, but not so much out here."

"This is fine, I - can pick up languages decently well at the moment, it's only that I would have expected them all to have words for such a basic thing and so I assume it's not basic to you."

"It's not! It's new and exciting! I didn't have it ten minutes ago."

"I do wish you'd kept what it replaced long enough for me to get a copy."

"It wasn't a very good teleportation power but it was one. Alas. Too late now. I should've stolen one of his toes."

"I'd offer one of mine but perhaps that can wait until there's someone around for me to copy a replacement from without the apparent risk of terrible side effects."

"That's very kind of you but your toe will not have a teleportation power."

"Well no, but if I understand correctly it would let you have my current specific version of the copying power again after you'd taken somebody else's.  Or a non-copying power.  Though I think we would have noticed if any of those were around."

"That's true, is there a lot of difference between versions of the power?"

"Oh, certainly.  Some of them are fast enough to just turn you into a duplicate of the person you're copying; some are slow enough that they take a while to have any noticeable effects."

"Interesting. I don't think I want to be a complete duplicate of anyone."

"When people do we generally try to talk them out of it."

"Huh, is there some compelling public interest or is it just that it's awfully like suicide?"

"It's suicide, there's a public interest in diversity, and basically everyone is capable of configuring themselves into someone who wants to exist even when they think they can't.  And one of our neighbors has populated itself entirely with copies of the same person so there are politics about it."

"Huh. What sort of person are they?"

"One who's willing to force and coerce their children into committing suicide as young as possible?  I don't know much else about them."

"Well, I wouldn't know how this sort of thing tends to pop up in children."

"It's a mix of the parents' traits, but with enough variance that it doesn't just get you another one of them even if they're both the same person."

"How inconvenient for those folks."