More like a sort-of-cousin to the race of men. At least on her world. She is in her clothing that is meant to be worn under water. It's a sort of scaled wet suit. In order to not embarrass anyone she had a jacket on over it. She spends most of the day needing to be in or around water so for her this is very normal clothing now that she isn't worried about blending in.

And she's fairly tall too.

"No. Not Greek," she peers closer. "It could be Atlantean. Older than what I was taught."

She moves like someone who isn't just young in appearance. Like a colt or mare that is growing into their frame still.

"This," she points to a line of script. "It's a name. For one of the old city-states. They don't use that name anymore. There are a few other words. I just don't really know them off the top of my head. I'm still considered a student."

That's very telling.