"...In summary, when dealing with aliens, we cannot judge their likes and dislikes by human facial expressions alone. Body language must also be taken into account. However, because some species differ too greatly from humans in physical form, the body language they use to express emotions may also be vastly different. Now, please turn to page thirty-one of your textbooks, and let me introduce several special forms of body language used by races throughout the universe..."
Amid the rustling of turning pages, Jason looked around. To his left sat a Black guy who did not look particularly strong—nothing compared to him. There were no visible tattoos on his arms or neck either, so he did not look like someone who had run with gangs.
To his right sat a little girl who looked even younger than he was, even somewhat frail. She wore round glasses and was writing furiously, apparently copying down yesterday's notes.
The Black guy noticed Jason looking at him and lowered his voice. "What are you doing? Turn to the page."
"I was just a little confused. Isn't this an agent training class? You don't look like you could be agents."
"Have you not realized that you're the exception?" After putting on his glasses, the Black guy said, "You look like you're in Field Operations. Did you transfer over from the Field Operations Team?"
"Uh, what's the difference?"
"We train diplomats here," the Black guy said. "Before long, Earth will send an inspection team to each of the Three Great Empires. It's supposedly a technical exchange, but intelligence still needs to be gathered. That's what we do."
The girl beside them spoke up as well when she heard them talking. "I have no idea what your teacher was thinking. With your build, you couldn't blend into an