She's pretty good at being unobtrusive.

Then they will eventually make it through the crowds to where the merchants are staying. Darya's shift starts soon, but ey has time to... 

"Hey - I never got your name."

"Peka."

"Darya Rozaliyev," ey offers in return as they walk past the guards. "But call me Darya."

If anything puts you on first name basis, it's breaking the law together.

"And the baby?" 

"Katin."

"Pretty name." 

And here's where Darya is staying.

"How should I explain to the boss? I could I tell him I picked you up because you're pretty?"

"Sure."

So Darya leaves Peka to get set up in eir room and tells eir boss that ey picked up a pretty girl in the city and she'll be staying for a bit.

"Pretty girl wants to dye her hair and come home with me, anyone have black dye?"

They don't, but someone has brown dye. Her hair is a particularly reddish shade and she was advised to dye it. She also has a free bed in her room if Peka wants somewhere to sleep that isn't Darya's bed.

If Darya would rather not share sure.

Peka carefully browns her hair and her eyebrows.

Darya inspects her hair when she is done, pronounces it good enough.

And now Peka can meet all of Darya's coworkers and their boss! ...maybe not all at once. 

Sure! Hi aliens!

Aliens are delighted to meet her and, if not discouraged, will ask her lots of questions about what it's like to live in Amenta. 

"What colour is your hair really?" one of them asks.

"Lavender," she lies.

Darya keeps half an ear on the conversation, not hovering but ready to tell people to back off if needed.

"What about Katin?" ey asks, since it's a reasonable guess that she came out some colour other than pink, hence the need for shaving. That should mean Peka doesn't have to lie about it. Also, she gets to talk about her baby, which people with babies seem to like doing.

"Peachy orange." Pet pet.

There are various exclamations of delight, mostly from the female members of the group. Cute babies are a guaranteed crowd-pleaser.

Deciding it might be a good idea to carry on steering the conversation away from Peka's life as a supposed purple, Darya asks, "Have you thought what you might want to do on Corth? There are no laws about caste in human countries - you could do whatever job you like."

"Ooh, could I sing?"

"You could." Darya nods. 

"You sing?" someone asks, and Peka is immediately bombarded with requests to sing something.

She sings!

She has an appreciative audience. 

It's different to dwarven or human music, but not so different as to render it unbeautiful to dwarven or human ears. 

 When the song ends, there are calls for another.

She will cheerfully sing till the baby gets hungry and she has to unpack some formula for her.

"Is it legal for you to, like, pass round a mug and collect tips?" asks one of Darya's fellow guards. The largest person in the room, he currently has tear tracks running down his face. His voice is hoarse. 

"Not unless I'm making four times what's in the mug from an in-caste job, but yanno, I'm already running off to another world, who's gonna catch me?"

There is general laughter.

...there is also a mug passed round. It jingles as people add various denominations of currency. 

People have thrown in a mixture of tap and dwarven-minted coins from Corth, mostly the latter. Physical currency is harder to come by in Amenta.

Darya slips in a gold crown as he hands the mug to Peka. "Here. Something to start off, when we get there."

"Awwww, thank you!"