Turn him over to the police

As they talk, the man points over to a vehicle parked down the street. "Those people can help you out, take you to the leader."

Khalid turns and notices two people sitting inside the darkened car.

"Just tell them who you are, that you're here from Somalia and are looking for the President."

"As, yes, the President," Khalid says, remembering that term from training. There was so little he seemed to remember now that his brain had taken an inferior, human form.

Khalid walks towards the vehicle. As he approached, a human male emerged from the driver's side and a human female from the passenger side. They are wearing some sort of navy blue uniform.

"Evening, sir, you looking for something?"

"Yes. I am Khalid Ali, I have come from Somalia to find the President." He looks behind him, and notices the helpful man has now disappeared into the night.