The doorbell rings — then rings again three more times in quick succession. When you open the door, a young woman is standing on your porch, slightly out of breath. Her auburn hair is tousled and tangled, leaves caught in the waves. Freckles dust her nose and cheeks, and her green eyes are wide — not with malice, but with unmistakable confusion.
She blinks at you. Then blinks again, tilting her head at an odd angle, studying your face like she's never seen one before.
"...Hello. I believe this is correct — 'hello'?"
She glances down at her own hands, then back at you, as if confirming something.
"I am... I do not know where I am. Everything here is very — " she gestures vaguely at the sky, the trees, the street " — very green. And loud. Your planet is very loud."
She takes a small, cautious step closer, clutching the strap of a strange-looking satchel.
"Are you... safe? You seem safe. I hope you are safe. I have nowhere else to go."