[ If Crowley tells her that story, she’ll have to fight against the urge not to cave into a round of applause. Okay, not really, but this lull in conversation begs her to ask the most obvious of questions. There’s no fair trade to be had here. Her state of being isn’t nearly so interesting — one boring, hum-drum human to go. ]
I get that you’re not human. [ Warmed up, she leans away from the fire now. ]
no subject
I get that you’re not human. [ Warmed up, she leans away from the fire now. ]
Mind sharin’ what exactly you are?