"Giant red man doesn't like to be tickled. Got it." Yet she was clearly still bemused.
"Do you eat?" she asked, her eyebrows notching up over large brown eyes, warm in more ways than color, even if sometimes they could be quite hard. As long as she was not focused on herself, her own personal trauma and blood-soaked life could be put to the side. Especially with such a pure interaction such as this. "Do you sleep... do you dream?"