The Neverywhere Inn

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In an eldritch tongue, forbidden to all but NAME's kind, Vibrations caused by the last gasp of dying stars transmitted through the aether so as to vibrate the appropriate molecules,
(Completely indistinguishable from a light cockney accent, if you don't know that little trivia tidbit)
That they are delighted to meet their tiny coworker and that they were not entirely sure what that part of the questionnaire was on about.

With a series of clicks and screeches that don't seem to match the shapes their mouth is making

"No. Is Mau your real name?"

... with a series of scathing noises that don't match the shapes their mouth makes at all.

MAU's wide eyes grow wider. A shiver runs up the spines of the breakroom's inhabitants. DAKN's feathers ruffle; he hops on GRETEL's shoulder and whispers something that escapes NAME's earshot.

MAU
Uh.

MAU swallows, hard. The cymbals strapped to their knees quiver ever-so-slightly.

MAU
I'm sorry, I didn't, um, catch that.

NAME clears their throat and tries again. (One might consider their speaking voice akin to a 'light Cockney accent', depending on one's homeworld.)

NAME
no. is mau your real name?

MAU
Well, yes! Is using a fake name common around here?
The other musician, he's got his DJ pseudonym on his
name tag... I wonder if it's a trend I'm not in on.

NAME
unlikely. my true name is beyond your
comprehension, small creature. regardless,
i am d̩̳el͏i̞̺̜̠̻g̭͇̰̤̞̺ht҉̹͙e̲̪̩͚d͠ to make your acquaintance.

NAME holds out a single claw in an approximation of a handshake. MAU's fingers barely fit around the digit. Their eyes travel up NAME's body, from socks to featureless, mannequin-like head.

MAU
Those are, um, pretty nice socks.
Are you gonna get a uniform like
the rest of us, or...

NAME
....?

MAU
You look a little... out of place.
Aesthetically, I mean.

Which is to say: very, very naked.