She smiles, a little ruefully - a year ago, she was intensely diving into her own genetic sequence, which was strangely close to the self-study Herian was suggesting (if inadvertently so). Sometimes it seems like she's only just left that work; sometimes it feels like it's been much longer than it has.

But that's not a pleasant topic, really, and she doesn't want to spoil a pleasant afternoon. Instead, she runs her fingers along Herian's arm, lightly, as if measuring it. Or tracing the design, perhaps. "I think it's all of a piece, really. There's nothing in the world that isn't interconnected to other parts of the world, here or at home. I enjoy myself because I'm part of nature too." She was resolved to be, even if her origins were far from what most people would call natural.