Now she does snort, like that's both the funniest and stupidest thing she's heard all day. "Oh I am surprised, mostly that they've managed to evolve this far without causing their own extinction in one foolish way or another. I've never seen a species so simultaneously obsessed with sentimental purity and mindless viciousness." If they weren't so damn hypocritical about their enjoyment of violence from verbal attacks on the internet to televised wars, she could even respect them a little.

Can a skeleton drink coffee? Should she offer him a cup? Who knows, and nah. She glances back over to him and-- for god's sake, he's doing a thing with his face again. She wrinkles her nose in judgement and turns away to fetch a cup. "Besides, I don't have much of a choice, or I wouldn't be looking in a school for intelligent human life."