[Erika's kind of glad that she didn't press for detail, because now Erika's peering at the underbelly of that question and all she can find is a bunch of muddled mush that she'd be hard-pressed to draw out into coherent reasons. Are there good-looking people around? Sure. Would she want to kiss them? She doesn't think so. Hmm.

She'd still be engrossed in thinking through it if not for that wingflap, which does its job and makes Erika lift her head and watch them blink and flutter.] They're not...no. You don't seem bothered, so they don't bother me. [Head thumps back down onto her arms.] I mean, they're weird, but there's no point in staying surprised by them. It's a waste of energy to not adapt.