She really was going to have to start thinking of a way to quickly make it clear she wasn't human. Maybe she could dye her hair some interesting color? It wasn't like she was particularly fond of blonde.

"No offense," she said. "Lots of people mistake me for human. Thanks." She took the book carefully in both hands.

"I'm just trying to find out what is common knowledge about the Ohm. I tried looking for electronic records and got immediately bombarded with multiple offers of datafiles - all of them unindexed and produced within the last twenty seconds. The more legitimate-looking offers took two minutes, but they still just look like a scraping of publically available data, packaged up and priced high." Her mouth set in a hard line. "Apparently they'll offer data based on anything you ask for, so," she dropped her voice to an rumble, "don't enter your name. You'll get told you're a missing heir, a wanted supercriminal, or both. And for a very reasonable fee, they'll help you regain your kingdom or escape the authorities."

It seemed that everyone got that sort of media attention here. Probably some very bored AI spinning it all out and collecting credits from the gullible. Well, safety in numbers.