"Not all mon'keigh are barbaric brutes. Although most are," she replied. That was probably some sort of backhanded compliment, Z. She thought for a moment longer, "And that I have infinitely more patience than I ever thought I did."

Which was probably a roundabout way of insulting a large portion of the crew. She let her hands drop and for a moment found them idle and that bothered her, so she folded them again. It seemed to be her default position with them. The idea of opening up to another wasn't alien to her, of course, but to a (near) human? She'd never thought it would have happened.

So they were both adjusting to something strange.