In her world, there are many different intelligent species - but humans are the only one everyone knows about. She thinks it and chooses not to say it, to make at least this much effort not to spend all of her time here doing her level best to pick apart everything he says. Maybe if she doesn't say it out loud, she won't have to untangle why it's her first instinct.

“I already have doctors. For anatomy.” Her head tilts, slightly, like she's about to ask something - which she doesn't, cutting her gaze away at the last moment. “My father didn't like therapy.”

(She hasn't seen him since she was sixteen, but he looms large in her life, even now. He always will.)