"Thirty seconds for me to prove that's impossible?"

...Avalor pauses, checks the time on her pocket everything, and looks unimpressedly at Kaede.

She starts undoing the plastic surgery and returning to her normal face. "I'm an alien with magic, I can transmute any materials into any other materials plus change pretty much any of their properties. I got accidentally summoned to this world and have no money or family or contacts or anything like that. I have very little idea how this world works and don't know anything about your society." Then she starts turning some air into cloudfluff. "I don't exist in your records and if I tell anyone I want to talk to you about aliens or magic I will be rightly turned away and perhaps checked in at a mental hospital. I can produce any evidence you care to name of at least my alleged magic powers." She has a handful of cloudfluff now, so she can use that to produce some bills and prove her counterfeiting abilities.

And her thirty seconds are up.

"Walk with me," says Avalor, and she resumes course.

She does, disappearing her money.

"How did you get to this planet?"

"I'm one of three kinds of magical species and we can be summoned by any mortals—although I'd previously not heard of your species."

"...what mortals normally summon you?"

"Different species that looks a lot like Amentans but taller and less variety in hair color."

"Where are they?"

"Different planet, I couldn't begin to tell you where this one is with respect to theirs."

"What are the prospects for communication with these four new species?"

"The three magical ones can be summoned, I can show you how, and the nonmagical one—we can only contact them when we're summoned but one of the magical species can conjure arbitrary things made of matter, including, say, 'letter to Governor Avalor from John Doe.'"

"John Doe?"

"Just some random name."

"What does the third magical species do?"

"Generalized telekinesis. It has a range but not a meaningful mass or speed limit."

"Faster than light?"

"Maybe I could say they don't have an acceleration limit, they're still bound by relativity."

"Ah. How did you get here in particular?"

"The way to summon us is drawing certain specific kinds of circles on the floor and someone drew a valid circle accidentally. I'm actually more surprised that no one'd ever done that before than that it worked at all here."

"They're easily made?"

"Fairly easily, yeah. Or, at least, circles for random people with no bindings are, they can get pretty involved."

"Bindings?"

"A changer could turn someone into living furniture, a maker could make a black hole, a mover could demolish a city—bindings prevent certain actions from being taken to avoid stuff like that."