You met up at Dunkin Donuts with your friend Ishii after a frantic voicecom. She was very upset, but has mostly calmed down. They messed up her coffee but she doesn't care today. A few decades ago, a confederacy of alien species occupied Earth. Humanity eventually pushed back and regained their independence, and is now learning to co-exist with a generation of Earth-born aliens in a post-occupation world. Ishii is of one such species, the Nagawa, a serpentine folk whose venomous and constricting nature were used to deadly effect in the initial invasion. That was before her time, though. "I hatched here in Nebraska," she says, a scaled finger tapping the table pointedly, "I go to church, I pay taxes... I have a fucking social security number!" Earlier today, Ishii got jumped by a few xenophobes. They called her a viper (hard R) and smashed her PDA. They tried beating her, but Nagawa scales are too dense and they don't feel physical pain anyway. "I'm just trying to fucking work, man. You know?" Ishii collapses back in the seat, her tail swirling her ice coffee around to mix the thick syrup settled at the bottom. "It's not like I go around calling you people ape men or whatever." She pauses, her tongue flicks, and her mouth splits into a grin, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Please don't throw poop at me."