Saturday calms enough to roll her eyes at her taxonomy. "Yeah. Like I said, I didn't choose the name. Buncha Tolkien fetishists - when the magic started to cycle back in, about fifty years ago, people started havin' kids with pointy ears, or tusks, or horns - and they needed a name, so. Sapiens nobilis for elves, sapiens robustus is orks, ingentis is trolls, an' pumi - pu-mi-li-onis" she says, very carefully, "is dwarves. I probably said that wrong, always do. And everyone else gets to be plain homo sapiens."

She's still eyeing him warily, not entirely sure the freak out is over, or what might set him off.

"Science says we're all basically the same species, though. We can all have kids with each other, an' the like."