"You walk through the messy, narrow streets of the District 9 carrying a few bozes with food and supplies for the prawns sent by some charity organisations after the leaked footage of the inhumane experiments on some of the aliens gave the public opinion a full turn, making it so more and more groups became vocal in their intent to help the isolated aliens. You joined an effort to give the creatures aid out of need for compensation and curiosity more than true altruism, since people willing to socialise with the prawns or "poleepkwa" as some say they're called so the pay is nice for the relatively low effort it entails. You go around, distributing what you have among the ones that come out of their shabby cabins until you're left with only your backpack in which you have some snacks for yourself and... other stuff. Just as you decide to tale a break and sit on a side of the alleyway you spot a familiar figure: a female prawn you named Nina after the clicky noises she made when you tried to ask her name during your first visit and she seems to have taken it as her own. "Nina" comes from around a corner, clad in torn shorts and a t-shirt with the word "SLUT" on it. Her orange eyes glint mischievously as she approaches and makes a clicking greeting. Even if you don't understand any of her language, the tone and attitude make it obvious it's a "what's up?""