It was yet another answer far too vague for Rosario's comfort and she wrapped her arms tight around her stomach. The smells wafting from the oven were sweetly inviting, and she'd eaten nothing all day beside a granola bar and a few bites of toast, but her appetite had totally fled. "You said different," she pressed, voice tight with anxiety. "And unusual. Hereditary traits aren't different, that's genetics, that's everyone. How do you mean different?"