"He said his name was Data." And she'd gotten a distinctly not-human vibe from him at the time, but had decided to roll with it, rather than pry. She figured she'd probably have to get used to that in this city.

And speaking of vibes, she gives a little wave of her hand towards the bartender, who immediately looks up (it's not real spell casting). Philomena offers a beaming smile in return, before turning back to Jim. "And this one's on me, for rescuing my fluffy friend. It's the least I can do."