[The petulant reply gets a laugh even if she knows it shouldn't. You're not supposed to encourage rebellions like that. Trance knows because Rommie got her a book on parenting once as a joke when Harper was being especially Harper.

She gives up trying to learn anything more from staring at the wound, resolving to figure something out sooner or later... but probably later. It always seems to be later, or even too late.

Right. Not thinking about that.

Instead, she turns to sit next to him, leaving her hand where it is until he feels like giving it back. She's hardly shy.]

If we could find something mostly clean, I could at least wrap it up. I don't think it's going to bleed anymore unless you do something to it, so I don't think stitching it up with whatever might be in there is a good idea. Sorry. I still wish I could help more.

[The tail and the general purpleness is kind of a giveaway, isn't it. And when she idly pushes her hair behind one ear, it comes to a delicate, equally inhuman point. She doesn't seem especially confused by his question, either. After a while, you get used to questions when you look like Trance.]

Oh, of course. Not that I'm a robot, I mean, but I've met lots of humans. My best friend is one, even. From Earth and everything. He's here somewhere, too, but we kind of got lost getting away from the whole hill thing.

[She doesn't seem to realize she never clarified on the whole 'space aliens or elves or whatever' part.]