When she laughs, it's a give-away that her appearance isn't always - that inhuman sound, like water burbling, strange and sometimes off-putting - but there's no self-consciousness about it, not really.

"You can get all sort of attachments for those, here, though-- Ivan doesn't have as many settings." She flicks ash away as she speaks, holding onto one elbow with her free hand and smiling, sharp-toothed. "Still."