The woman’s face held an expression that Aeson had not seen on a human face before. Oddly it seemed familiar, and he thought that maybe his kind had one similar. Not entirely sure of the proper protocol he should follow when dealing with human women, Aeson simply stared at her, following any movements she made. He was trying to read her and found it a fair bit more difficult than anticipated. Then again, the humans had always been difficult to read when compared to his own. Humans had always taken a strictly-business approach with him and so the woman’s familial speech and actions were a strange phenomenon. He continued to watch her, as well as Jeremiah, trying to find any discernable difference in how one behaved in the presence of a human female. For all he knew the difference could be as stark as night and day or completely moot. And choosing the wrong course of action might not be the brightest idea. 

Already he had noted that the process of shaking a females hand was different than that of a males. She shook with both hands rather than just one, and held the position for far longer than he was accustomed. He kept his hand completely still throughout the process as she felt around his hand. Was this part of the greeting or the assessment? Aeson couldn’t be sure and as precaution tried to do the same to her. Feeling the shape of her hand with as small of movements as he could make. It was quite a bit smaller than a male humans, and completely dwarfed in comparison to Aeson’s own. 

"It’s a pleasure to meet you too 14. And please, just call me Hana okay?" Finally she had let go of his hand, which dropped to his side trying to ignore the odd sensation that lingered. He wasn’t positive, but something of the previous action had felt out of place, awkward if you would.

“Han, a. Ha… na. Hana,” Aeson tested out the name a few times before finally saying it properly. For a moment he wondered if he should share his own name. Though it then occurred to him that he knew almost all of the scientist’s names, and he doubted if any of them knew his. “It is pleasure… Hana,” He reintroduced, the name still feeling foreign in his mouth. 

It was then that Jeremiah left, leaving the two in the office by themselves. To which Aeson wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even more anxious. Being short a watchful eye meant that making a mistake in protocol was less likely to have repercussion, but it also meant that he was in a room with a person he had no idea how to behave around. Then after telling him to change, Doctor Lucien left the room, making him by himself.

Carefully he removed the brown fur skirt that had covered is lower half and slipped into the white hospital-style gown. His movements were slow and gingerly as he avoided touching anything he wasn’t supposed to. He had never quite figured out how, but the humans always knew when something had been touched. Once the gown was on he reached behind and began to tie to the back closed, with only enough room for his tail to stick out. It was odd to be in solitude for this, typically whichever human that was working on him would stay and watch. 

“Dikaati thi't cichagi?” Aeson asked himself out loud, before quickly putting a hand over his mouth. The humans didn’t like hearing Mirrinian outside the village. He let out a sigh of relief when he remembered he was by himself. Finished with his dressing, he folded his skirt and placed on a small table and turned back to the door. Opening it he leaned his head into the hall, Doctor Lucien—Hana—had been waiting just outside.

“Ha-na, done now.” He said, giving her the confirmation that she could come back in.