[She stopped walking, kneeling down so that she was as close to face to face with him as she could get without picking him up, which, frankly, would just add insult to injury.]

We're on a planet. A planet in a reality that apparently isn't mine. With dragons. And people that should be dead not-dead in pods up on a fucking space station- [That last bit was hissed to avoid anyone passing by picking it up] -and there's magical goddamn fairy dust making people do shit. I can fly. I couldn't fly. I can fly now. You know how fucked up that is? That's all sorts of fucked up. But you get me to a computer and I'll show you just how similar you look to a goddamn earth raccoon and then you tell me that you're not one. If you didn't come from a place with a bunch of things like you, then where did you come from, huh?

[So maybe she was a bit more snarky than she needed to be. She was... managing her feelings. Badly. Whatever.]