Vii hopped impatiently from foot to foot as she pressed her slim finger on the buzzer to her new residence. She'd been awaiting this day for months. Upon joining the Exodus to earth - which was a mass of chaos and confusion despite authority's best efforts to keep everyone calm and organized - , Vii had joined masses of other citizens in group housing, hastily set up by Earth's government. She slept on a hammock with holes in the middle and disturbing fraying around where the rope was joined. It was boisterous and there was a perpetual air of nervous apprehension through the babble and shouting and crying and snoring, but Vii, being on her own and not particularly interested in listening to negativity for hours on end, was too busy investigating the new everything; especially the food. Maybe it was just this country that she'd been sent to, but they cooked things in a very complicated way there; when she asked what was in one dish that was served in a bowl but too thick and chunky to be soup, the girl with the spoon rattled off about ten different things and then said she couldn't remember the rest. Vii wasn't used to having more than two or three ingredients in her food, and she found the exponentially increased options incredibly exciting. Of course eventually the housing had been improved, and the Host program was set up. Oh man, the host program was exciting. Vii had been one of the first to sign up; it was hard to sit still through the interview and screening process; they asked a lot of questions she didn't understand, but she guessed she'd done a good enough job answering because a few months later she was having coffee with her new host; coffee was interesting, but she had a bad headache afterward. Maybe she'd try tea next time. There were a lot of different teas on that menu; for herbs and water it seemed to be a complex delicacy. Glancing about, Vii swung her bag back and forth in her free hand. It contained what possessions she'd managed to carry through the portal, plus some basic things the group housing had provided her with. She was rather proud of herself for mastering the basics of social behaviour, and the use of the hygienic items she'd been gifted as well. She usually got distracted too quickly to be a very fast learner. Directing her gaze down at herself, Vii hoped that she looked okay. Her host had met her before, but it was more like a directed interview than a visit; they really didn't know each other that well. Her clear, dragonfly-like wings were hidden under a long coat that was just sitting over her shoulders; it was too hot to wear it properly. Of course, it didn't really have to be a long coat. Being 4'3", probably any human-sized coat would have gone down the appropriate distance. Her thick, wiry red hair was cut short, and stuck straight up from her head, it's bright colour in contrast to her pale cheeks. Her ears were long, and pointed backward from her face, her eyes were dark, and restless, but she felt pretty comfortable in a pair of cotton yoga pants and a tee shirt with a wide, scooped collar. It had pictures of brown and orange leaves and butterflies coming down the side. She liked it a lot.