Wait in Line.

Waiting is probably the safest bet. You take your place in the long line, a little out of your element, being in sweatpants and a t-shirt. The line is diverse, many races, genders, ages make it up, but what you notice is the severe lack of human representation among them. You shift away from thinking about this, as a man behind you, a taller, mature... well, you're not sure what he is, puts his hand on your shoulder. He wears a pair of horns, upon his head. Caprine features are present, such as disc'ed eyes, and hooved hands, yet he maintains the basic human facial structure.

"It's rare ta' see a human out here. Thought most of ya' would be all tucked away in your quarter of the da' city. 'S nice to see some of ya' get out once in a while!" The man remarks, seeming enthused by your mere presence.