A droid? That was the first time someone had asked her a such an odd question. Quite clearly, she did not display all of the tell tale signs of an android. She also doubted an artificial intelligence would be put in charge of foreign affairs. She could be wrong however, much to her surprise. It was not too often that she ended up wrong about something.

She realized he was still waiting for a response to his question. [color=a187be]"I'm a human,"[/color] she replied. [color=a187be]"Sorry, but most of the sentient extraterrestrial species we have made contact with have not been as amiable as you. I had assumed you were some form of slave till you proved you could speak our language. And you speak it quite fluently might I add. I am quite impressed."[/color]
They were approaching the mess hall entrance (which I don't have a picture of so I'll try my best to make up something that makes sense). [color=a187be]"Through these doors is where we will be having our talk. I hope it is up to your standards."[/color] She explains while typing in the code for the doors.

Within the room is a large circular table, filled with a plethora of earthly goods ready to be devoured. Cake, lobster, roasted grunt- I mean pig with an apple placed in its mouth. A very deformed pig... above the table is a banner with the words welcome aliens with happy birthday crossed out under it. There are also streamers on the floor for some reason.

Savaymin looks across the room very slowly, and then shakes her head in dissapointment.

[color=a187be]"It seems they have forgotten the balloons."[/color]

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