"I like math," Allegra shrugged, eyes on the figures. "And had a really fuck-weird childhood. Seriously, learning to tell Chardonnay from Chartreuse before learning to spell carrot and can do terrible things to a child's development. My normalcy is a triumph of self-medication."
"Hell spawn and stock brokers, sounds like a Stephen King flick." She titled her head at him, curious. "Wait, so aside from the paying suckers, am I--I'm not the only human crew, right?" She waved a warning finger. "And none of that "human is how's human's shaped" because that--" Allegra hiked a thumb at the desk back by the door and is polite occupant"--is fraud."
A pinch of divinity in your DNA and a goddess in your head tended to do wonders for one's sensitivity to the supposedly impossible.