She winces. Right. This isn't really the same as anyone back home pushing their expectations on her. He doesn't know better. Doesn't mean he's not pushing some sort of expectation on her but it's not the same.

"Right. I'm sorry." She twists at her wrap. "I guess you could say we're human shaped. Some have wings or things like that. Fins. Generally human shaped. But in way more colors than humans. They're all brown tones."