Sitting on the bench, with its walking legs conorting the poor thing into such unnatural position, having to hunch over as it reads from the data pad with its tongue-like hands tasting of plastic is a long nosed orange colored critter with three eyes, three atteanae, a white colored robe and constant chriping to itself.  It notices that someone started sitting next to it, some orange haired human.  It cranes its head to see him just laying there choking on something presumably.  It has seen humans before back in its own part of the galaxy, they're a common thing, but it has never seen a human do that.  

Burolama just goes back to looking at what the data is saying.  It says that there is a very high chance of windy weather in this part of the city and that there are vats of happy cheese for bulk purchase on delta street.  Things are so orderly in this place.  Still, the reason why Burolama was here in the first place takes top priority and that was the need to make a media deal with the mogul who runs this place.  A whole network of reality TV shows from the expansive market of the Domain surely would be of great interest to it!  But this mogul's a secretive one, hard to find in this metropolis and not one bit of coordinates.  Oh well, those back home will appreciate it once it is done.

Perhaps that human knows?  Borulama thinks, before looking at the laughing human again and using its slimy, tongue-like feet to get its attention.  Its clothing tastes really odd. 

Borulama asks the human in a zippy, buzzy accent "HuMAN, Yu Kow Of Te moGUL?"