[she huffs a little] You are not a novelty in any way. No one is. [it really is nice to find someone likeminded; she had her friends, of course, but they were from worlds far more modern than hers. And while she wasn't opposed to accepting things, she was rather stubborn about it, too.

The thought of those damned metal deathtraps breaking has her making a face, nose wrinkled in distaste] It is ridiculous, yes? I do not know how anyone can be comfortable in them and not be worried out of their minds that something will happen. If humans and elves were meant to fly, we'd be born with wings, dammit.