"No way," she blurts out with a laugh at that last part. She had been taking all of that in, about how some were born and raised here and some were brought here. Like herself. Like himself apparently.

But that last line was a little too much to swallow. Somehow, even the dragon was easier to take.

"You're so..." She gestures to all of him now with her hand. "Clean. And proper. And well-adjusted. And cool." She shakes her head. "I can't picture you being anything like me. No matter how hard I try."