“Uh…? Yes, I am human,” Carlos said carefully. Hesitantly. “Uh, no – no offense, but… why did you lick me?”
“… That’s how you Terrans greet someone, right?” He practically asked, after all, that was how the Terran he knew greets people.
“Uh… no, not really,” Carlos said. “Some places we would
give one-another a kiss on the cheek, but… no, that’s about it. Usually, in a
professional setting we just… shake hands.” He offered his hand for the other
to take. “But – I mean, unless your people don’t do that then that’s cool too!”
He started to lower his hand back to his side, unsure. God, he kind of hated
space.
The Perfect Scientist 