No hard feelings here. I'm still getting used to being a... ah... oddity, myself. My kind is quite well integrated into society back home.

[She chuckles, or something that sounds close enough to it] A dragon, huh? That would be something. I assure you, I'm quite reasonable.

Ah, Wing? Now he's an interesting fellow. [She brightens, her feathers pricking up. She likes Wing, both as a friend and as a marvel of engineering.] He is a robot - ah, an automaton? But he is as sentient and feeling as you or I. And even his engineering is... organic. I can't quite figure it all out without taking him apart, of course, and -

[Darwin realizes she's rambling a bit, and that casually mentioning dissecting a friend may be inappropriate.]

Not that I ever would! I do apologize. I'm an inventor, you see, and I tend to get a bit carried away sometimes.