"It's all good," Erin says, waving off any imagined transgression. "...My people are a bit hard to talk about, there's, a lot. But," she flicks her pointed ear with a finger, "we're...humans, terms and conditions apply. All kinds of humans, hell, we've got a statistically unfortunate number of Jews hanging around. The trouble is, after the terms and conditions..."

Something leaves Erin, and she deflates a little. Sighs, reaches for a cigar that isn't there and scowls at her pocket. "...Empire is not a friend to us. The long arm of the law is not our protector. As if we didn't have enemies enough, y'know?"

Left unspoken: this is what she meant by having things in common.