A loud click resonates within the smoking metal pod, the sealed door hissing open. Thick puffs of sanitized smoke billow out in ominous clouds, backlit by a pulsating glow. Three thick yellow fingers curl around the edge of the opening, pulling Sonal up out of his seat with a rumbling groan. His yellow eyes blink, adjusting to the darkness. Earth. A simple, backwater planet. Sonal clicks his split tongue, looking around. ‘Native flora,’ he notes with a nod, adjusting his sloppy, insulated hoodie. With a frustrated kick to his pod, Sonal looks around, his sunny eyes honing in on the sliver of light peeking through the interior curtains. It takes a few quick strides and a ‘thump thump thump’ of his boots to slide open the back glass door, lowering his head as he enters. Sonal’s yellow head swivels around, observing and digesting the interior of the home. ‘Native shelter.’ He muses internally, sliding the door closed behind him. Sonal lets his hearing guide him, heading into the living room where he finds a smaller being occupied with… something. Their back turned to the large alien and unaware. “H…” Sonal falters, not wanting to mess up his pronunciation, “Who-man,” He grunts in recognition, the English thick on his split tongue. He doesn’t know what else to say, settling for the single word as he watches Anon with a curious twinkle in his otherworldly eyes.