"O-Oh, no! I like sashimi," she corrects, pushing her hair back. "I just meant like.... super rare steaks and stuff."

She's surprised at how easily they're able to walk through the streets, even with the occasional glance. Either their disinterest is just that strong, or perhaps Zaveid is just that... terrifying? She's not entirely sure, but she doesn't seem to mind much, even if she still sticks out a lot too much for her liking.

"So... do you have a favorite or... non-favorite?"