"How the slag should I know? You could be some beast from a beast planet! What are you, like a space fox or something?"

She hadn't seen a raccoon before. Many Earth animals she knew only from text description or television, and then sometimes they were just puppets or cartoons.

Slipstream vocalized wordlessly, a scratchy, grating sound, which she knew to stem from annoyance. Her wings lifted and fanned outward, to make her look even broader. "Who said anything about gender!?"