The Human Enigma

Commander Croar: It's been four months. Finn has given minimal response. Questioning sessions fourteen through twenty-seven have been.... incredibly inconclusive.
[Finn was seen in their cell, shivering in the corner, despite a bed being in the room with cover on it. They seemed thinner than before, though a full tray of food sat on the floor not far away.]
Commander Croar: They've been refusing to eat. Sleep. Anything food or sleep they do happen to have is... The bare minimum. Enough to stay alive. Not that this is... really living.
[Finn's eyes had deep bags beneath them, and appeared to be completely empty inside. While they didn't eat the food, they did drink the water supplied with it.]
Commander Croar: DNA tests continue to be of no use. They constantly come back as human. But we know better than to believe that. ...I'd like to think so, at least. [sighs] If they were claiming to be of the Osmosian branch that left the planet before its disappearance, I'd be inclined to believe them. But, no. No sign of Cellopod interference. Not a beige-colored Pugnavore. Hell, not even a fob watch disguised Gallifreyan.
[Commander Croar was shown to be documenting this as he watched the footage of Finn in their cell. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair.]
Commander Croar: ...It doesn't make sense. Nothing about this situation makes any goddamn sense. Someone that looks human... claims to be human... might even be human... Shows up on a third rate planet with no recollection of the past century, especially the part where their supposed home planet... Well. I suppose that much is still up in the air, too.
[The screen showing the live feed of Finn's room flickered with static, catching Croar's attention. Looking up, he became confused as he saw Finn sitting on their bed, eating the food as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The static flickered again, and Finn returned to their original spot in the corner, shivering and thin, while the food was back where it was and untouched. A blank expression came over Croar's face before he shook his head and continued.]
Commander Croar: Director. The both of us are more aware than anyone else how imperative it is that this be kept under wraps. But... And I hesitate heavily when I say this... We may need to get some outsider perspective. Just this once. Report thirty, finished. Signing off.
[Commander Croar stood from his station and left the room. A monitor that was otherwise blocked by his presence was then seen, showing the profiles of an Orishan, a Sotoraggian, and a Zaroffian.]
[Darkness.]