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If lamias had feet, Aya would currently be tapping them. Since they didn't, she instead shifted back and forth a little, twirling about on her tail. To go from a society that had no idea what a steam engine was, let alone a smartphone, had taken more than a little book learning, but she was more than happy to be here. If you ignored the trip through the portal, the flight to JFK airport from London Heathrow, then another plane and... Well, to say the least, she had a cramp in her tail. Human aircraft sucked when you were technically about nine feet long. She was here now though! And she was carrying a few suitcases along with her, which the driver had helped her with, so that had been nice.

Especially since the taxi driver had been so friendly. Not everyone she had met had been so friendly. In London it hadn't been too bad, although she supposed that was because she had only been in the airport for about three hours, just long enough to go from one plane, get a cup of coffee, and then go to the next plane, but in JFK it had been awful. She had been strip-searched by security (what exactly could she be hiding underneath her clothing?! It was't as if she was wearing a bulky jacket here- most of her stomach was visible.) who she was pretty sure weren't really actually helping with security, and... Well, no need to dwell on it. She was here now, with everything, and the agent had guided her here.

Tugging along a brand-new black hard-case Samsonite suitcase with one arm, and an equally brand new light blue gym slung under her other, a rucksack on her back, she slithered up and into the building easily, before giving her new host a wave and smiling. "Hello! I'm Aeleisa Petrides, but you can call me Aya. Everyone else I used to know did, so..." She shrugged, then shook her head. "I had coffee at the airport. And the airport before that. And the airport before [i]that!"[/i] She grinned. Man, coffee was nice. First time she had tried it she had thought it was disgusting, but it really grew on you, she had to say.

Mr Lewis clambered back in the taxi again- a sleek black, professional and rent-only Mercedes with a driver that looked more chauffeur than your average cabbie, and the car pulled away, leaving them alone. Aya realised that drinking all of the coffee and being unable to really fit into aeroplane toilets was a bad idea, but it had seemed a good idea at the time, and she hadn't known that the damn thing was a dieuretic. Why would any drink make you need to [i]get rid of water[/i] unless it was poison? Anyway, since that was her current most pressing issue, but she didn't really want to make it obvious, a less direct question would do.

"Can I get the tour?"

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