And now the epaulet-wearing, air-breathing man shark/ shark man was talking to her. For a brief second, Meeka considering running - not out of fear, exactly (though those were some impressively pointy teeth), but because he was battering at the last few defenses her brain had about the world being exactly like she had always assumed it had been, and that was not a pleasant feeling.

Except! She was Princess Meeka Njeri Kirabo Joffer and Joffers didn't run away. Ignore the fact that she was in America right now. That wasn't running away, that was a strategic repositioning.

So instead, she lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and closed the distance between herself and this...perfectly normal gentleman with an, err, lovely smile "I am certainly adjusting," she said, with a polite nod as she came closer. "There is much to adjust to, it seems. Are you also a, ah, student?"