"Again, I hardly know whether to be comforted by the common ground, or mildly disturbed." It's not a surprise, no, but hearing it like that is different.

Since she has never used chopsticks in her life, Jules is going to try to, as gracefully and apologetically as she can, eat sushi with her hands. Actually taking the sushi is an interesting exercise, making her turn it around to inspect it, intrigued by the seaweed wrapping, the rice, the different fillings. The entire thing is a nice distraction, as if she can make herself less of an open book. "If something isn't human but isn't magic, is that bad?"

She's not certain about the Devils and their contracts, how you'd qualify that, but the monsters are probably closest to some breed of alien. And, well, that would make her particular breed of something rather less than magical-- though that concern is bumped away by her investigation of wasabi.