It seemed well enough to let that expression go, Tim would take it as he would and it was nothing to bother with. However he did ask about her home, and she felt obliged to inform him.

"My people are not like yours. Our forms are not...fixed as these are. My world is a beautiful expanse of liquid, some land here and there. Most just enough to define the oceans and pools." Her eyes were closed as her memories were recalled with pleasure. A smile crossing her lips in a show of just how well she had trained her cells to mimic this form.