A question that is so ordinary to him to ask is still incredibly startling to her, not because it is strange to her but because it actually has meaning. While she did declare herself an alien over the network, it turned out that most people who didn't respond hadn't watched the video either, so she either had to explain the alien thing all over or have the topic not be discussed altogether. At the very least, she was starting to fall under the impression most people just assumed everyone was from Earth.

This man doesn't. It's the first time someone has referred to her original world as a planet, and it's so surprising to her she snaps her was up and stares at him to see if he was someone from her post she simply failed to recognize. But no, she can't match up his face to any she spoke to. He was incredibly ordinary looking compared to some of the bizarre characters she encountered then. Besides, he didn't seem to recognize her. She concludes that he must be from a world in which people talk about planets like they'd talk about cities or countries. She bites back a rising urge to ask him about it, about space and his planet and the others, and instead turns her gaze back to the bird in her hands.

"On Aliea, I spent a majority of my time inside training. If birds lived there, I didn't get to see them."

It's with a wistful tone that she says those words, but as she runs her thumb across the wooden body, her expression softens further, a little warmer.

"The only bird I really know is a penguin, but they aren't the right shape for this. If it's a bird that can fly freely, maybe one that is red."