[Hearing about this makes her wonder a little just what he'd look like to her. She doesn't particularly want to find out, but as an idle thought, it's an interesting one. Would someone who wasn't human see anything? And if they did, what even frightens her the most? She's actually not sure, and has a feeling she'd find out more about herself than she'd want to if she found out.

... Somehow seeing him crush the branches with just his fingers is even more strange than just seeing him pick things up. She's glancing at that over her own work with the knife when she speaks.]

'When you're here'? Where are you from? [And then, after a second's pause.] You don't have to answer all these questions, just tell me to stop and I will - promise.