"It is strange. I know that. I am not human-I am a warship. I have different rules." Some of them were arbitrary and strange, but some were...useful.

"I do not think it is really metabolism. I am..." She paused, unsure how to demonstrate and then reached down to pluck something from a bandoleer on her thigh. "Hold out your hand, I want you to hold this." She had grabbed something that looked like a large white bullet, pointed nose, cylindrical body, with a black stripe painted around the base. She held it out to him, gripping it between thumb and forefinger. This was a bit of a parlor trick really, but nobody should be hurt by it.