Cleo goes quiet. Truthfully... She doesn't know many people. She's hardly social, and with her abrasive personality and lack of tact, she tends to drive people away. Those few who still stand with her, she trusts no matter what. But he's not wrong. Those stares, from those she knows...

She takes a deep breath.

"I have... always been out of place." She didn't mean to start there, but it's as good a place as any. "I have never known anything of my parents, or my origins. My eyes don't match. I am a woman who spends my time doing karate. I am a woman who aims to join the police squad. There is always an oddity about me, that makes me stand out from all others. Wherever I am, there are... always those stares. The reminders that I am different. The reminders that I do not belong."

"But these..." She lifts her hands to touch her ears lightly... then presses down on them like she's covering them. Or perhaps crushing them. "These belong to the woman who my visions came from. A woman who has these ears. She has a tail. She has claws, fur. She uses a sword and fights monsters, wielding lightning in her claws."

Her voice, for the first time, actually wavers. "Even if I am always out of place, at least I was human. And now, even that is to be taken from me. Each stare is a reminder of this change."