A new person in the Nexus isn't terribly unusual. Nothing is, really. This one is a bit small, maybe a couple of inches above five feet, and humanoid, and probably new, considering the way he stops to examine everything.
On the other hand, this one might be stranger than most. For one, what might at first seem to be hair covering his head and patches on his gray body, is moving independent of any breezes. Though his head-tentacles partially obscure most of his face, looking closely shows he lacks eyes, ears and nose, and seems to have a hole in his throat, surrounded by more tentacles, that looks like it should be there. He's wearing a pair of shorts, leaving most of his skin bare.
"I'm supposed to ask a question here, right?" His voice was a human-sounding tenor. "This one is in two parts. For those of you who aren't human, what are your impressions of humans?
"For those of you who are humans... I've noticed that one thing that is important to humans is the lack of belief in probability. Or... if you were told there was some flaw in you that meant you and your descendants had a one in a million chance of surviving the ten or so generations, and that the only way to prevent that meant some radical changes in your descendants. If you were told that, what would your take on it be -- which would you choose, and do you think there should be a choice, even knowing it was likely to doom the population who chose one way?"