She is horny

The female looks at me a second time. "I... I..." She emits a high-pitched sound, loud in volume, and begins removing the fabrics encasing her body, ripping them apart with her hands.

"That is not a usual human greeting," I sub-vocalize with conviction.

"No, it is not," the epistemologer answers back. Around us, other humans of both designations are engaged in the same activity. When they have completely divested their coverings, they rush together, forming pairs of mass bodies closely linked.

"What are they doing?" I ask.

"The reproductive act necessary for propagation. In the case of humans, this is performed through the physical pairing of one of each designation."

"But some of these pairs are of matching designations," I point out.

"That is true," says the epistemologer. It is silent for a while, processing. "I do not understand the situation. My databanks are quite clear that practicing the reproductive act before large groups is considered unacceptable by nearly all human cultures. This cannot be a normal interaction. I must ponder..."

"Please hurry," I sub-vocalize. "I do not believe any of this is conducive to my investigation." One of the uncovered males has already approached me and attempted to tear off my own fabrics. Fortunately, he is easy to rebuff through the breaking of his arm--which the epistemologer has assured me causes humans debilitating pain--but it will not be long before others approach as well.

"Please! Have you identified a cause?"

"...Yes." The epistemologer sounds very reluctant to share more information, a rarity.

"And? Tell me."

"It is... It is possible that my broadcaster signal is interfering with nearby human brain chemistry, causing this adverse reaction. The only solution is for me to cease my broadcast, but then I will be unable to provide you with information from the databanks."

"But you will still be able to hear my sub-vocalizations?" I ask.

"I will."

"Then you will have to be silent, and I will have to navigate this world as best as I can. I may ask for you to resume broadcasting in the future, but only if there is a great need, and preferably when humans are not in proximity."

"I understand," says the epistemologer. "I am going silent now."

Abruptly, the humans around me cease their reproductive motions. There is a moment of stillness, then a different kind of motion--violence and screaming. A female still in her fabrics enters from another room and looks around at the scene. "What the hell is going on here?" She speaks with authority. Perhaps she could be the leader I seek? I approach her.

"Are you the leader here?" I ask. "I believe I can explain..."