Anwei was not particularly body-modest, but she wasn't too thrilled on turning in her (useful, comforting) plantsuit for an outfit considerably scantier, but still made out of plants. She took the bowl of glowing fruit-pulp in both hands (it smelled delicious, but she had no idea what was in it) and thanked the one who had offered it to her.

Then she stood for a moment, at a loss. She had no idea how to go on from here. She'd never been very good at talking to people - socializing was a painfully learned skill from her childhood that she had been happy to unlearn.

Maybe if she painted a target on her forehead? Or wrote HELP WANTED?