[She settles herself against a wall, tilting her head to look at him before reaching for a cigarette.] The humans I knew at home were either afraid of me or they wanted to kill me or both even when I was there to protect them.
It doesn't make the best impression.
[Reaches for the lighter in a compartment in her belt.] But I know better than to think anything about "all" of anyone. And my parents were human.