"I know not what a human is, or feh, like, why I'm supposedly one?" Lev/Lyubov says. "I'm starborn, a nephil. Most of you all here look like you're nephilim, though like, there are those what like to quibble and say I'm a nephil but someone like thee," they jerk their chin at Daisy, in lieu of pointing, "is a lovek, on account of having only two eyes and four limbs, and nu, I assume not being prone to like, sudden transformation? But I hold not like that."

They scowl unhappily, and lean forward, one elbow on the table, chin rested on the back of their hand.

"Feh."