Erin perks up. She perks up like a cat that just heard a can open, like a dog that just detected The Chip Bag, like a bird recognizing the feeder getting refilled. She knows those words in that combination, she's heard them before. In her excitement she gets closer to Fever, practically vibrating. "Okayfollowupquestion wow I need spaces between my words -" Erin sucks in a Deep Breath, "does your world also have, say, uh, orcs and half-orcs? No, wait, something more specific, what'd Ylva say -" she snaps her fingers, "tieflings! Do you have tieflings where you're from? Kinda human-sized folks with features commonly described as infernal but they're actually just people livin' their life?"