You approach the human. He's wearing a winter coat, strangely. The area around the neck is nice and fluffy. It's cold on the shuttle, but not that cold. Along with the coat, he's wearing a pair of black jeans, grey sneakers, and some Totally Tubular Fingerless Gloves, Dude™. They're made of wool, and look snug on his hands. Perched on his nose, whose bridge juts out slightly, are a pair of round orange shades. His hair is sleeked back, and you swear you can taste the gel he uses to keep it that way. Oh, and did I mention it was blue? It's a light, faded shade of blue, but still an unnatural coloration. Accompanying it is a pencil-thin line of facial hair that traces his chin. He has a pair of big, outdated headphones over his ears, and he sways as he bobs his head, probably not even registering your presence. He soon stops and looks at you before reaching into his pocket and turning off his music, though, because I am a liar and a thief. "Yo." he says, pulling the headphones down to circle around his neck. "Hi." you say, extending a hand which he almost instantaneously reaches to shake. "Whatcha listening to?" "Oh, some artist I just discovered from, like..." He pulls out a small computer (it's the future! Everything is tiny. It's shaped more like an iPad than a PC.) from his pocket, which the headphone cord is attached to, and taps around on the screen for a bit. "2016." he says finally, before putting the computer back in his pocket. "Neat." you say, nodding your head. "Know you probably get this a lot," you start, "but what's with the hair?" "Gene splicing!" he says enthusiastically, grinning. "Hated my hair before, so I went to one of those clinics to change it. They were like, 'okay, we got black, brown, orange...' and I was like, 'nah, that's boring, make it fuckin' blue.' and now I gotta stick with that!" "They had to cut all my hair off - ALL my hair off - and I was bald for like, two months. But it was worth it in the end! I hope." You're a bit taken aback by his enthusiastic response, but you manage to sputter out a "Cool." You give him your name. He smiles and says "Nice to meet you. I'm Kade, Kade Potter." "The name's Bond, James Bond." you say in a stupid British accent.
