Feress sat on the floor in one of the rooms of the vessel he was arriving in, speaking to a hologram that looked similar to him but extremely older. Both spoke in their own language as they conversed about the future events. "Are you confident of this decision, Feress? I do not believe you are safe without our full protection." The hologram said, crossing his arms and looking down at the young man.
"I have my faith in their people." Kiar replied with a quiet chuckle.
"Though they at times can be strange and hostile. Did you have to wear that?" The hologram pointed at the jacket and pants he wore, tilting his head sideways in a questioning look.
"Well... Since I am here I can dress like them I suppose."
"But they can dress so.. Uhm.. They do have a tendency of exposing a lot of their bodies with their apparel and dress like what they would call a 'Tart'" Feress chuckled, tugging on the collar of his jacket.
"No worries master I do not tend to dress like that."
"Good. Hey.. Perhaps you could get with one a-"
"Lets not bring that up again." Feress replied, shaking his head at a conversation discussed earlier on the trip. He stood up and they both gave a bow after a extra minute or two of side conversation.
"Try to get home safe and be weary. Some of these humans can be extremely ethnocentric. I don't think they'll take your presence kindly at times."
"I understand." Feress said in full fledged English. The hologram disappeared and he took up a little ring that was left behind, stuffing it away in his pockets.