Lamb appreciated bluntness. (Or, more truly, perhaps it was just that she was not very good at and didn't understand subtleties.) She tended to say what she thought, and sometimes those thoughts only seemed to make sense to her.
I'm animal, he said. This was obvious. They were all animals. "I'm animal too," she told him. "Meat all the way down to the bones." She tilted her head. "Is it graveyard smells? When I first put her on she smelled like chemicals," Lamb said, stretching out her arms to admire them, "but long gone now."