People are strange. Methys knew this because she had been watching them for some time. She found it fun, trying to interpret the strangeness of strangers from a distance. She also knew, or assumed she knew, which is basically the same thing, that everyone thinks people are strange too. She was reassured by this. If people think other people are strange, despite having the home advantage of being people themselves, then her disadvantage gave her an excuse to agree.

At that moment she was thinking about bones. People have a lot of bones, but most of them didn’t make sense to her. Some, such as those of the thigh, were fine; they were big, structural, and sturdy. Great for making that classic human shape to hang those classic human bits off. The torso was pushing it a bit, with the spine seeming far too over-engineered, but overall she agreed that it was an acceptable trade-off between flexibility and protection. The part that was really confusing her, though, were the squishy bits. Hands were particularly bothering to her, as they needed to be extremely flexible, but were instead crammed full of increasingly smaller bones. Surely they would be better to be some sort of jelly, or perhaps a firm bean-bag.

“You’ve got too many bones,” Methys idly announced to the crowd. That came as a surprise to her as she didn’t intend to speak out loud, or even know that she could. It came as a surprise to the people nearby too, for similar reasons. That’s when the screaming started.