“Yeah, see, that just makes me want to be even more careful. But, um. Do most of the people in your world conform more neatly to the standard human body template?”

Really, what she’s asking is if he’s the only one like him, but she doesn’t want to make it sound like she thinks he might be a freak. But…

…he is hiding, isn’t he?

Even as she asks, she’s taking his arm again. It feels important. Because if he is unique, he probably exists in a world where he’s expected to make his oddities useful somehow. And she understands that so intimately.