"Ugh, moss? Really, dude? That's gross, I'm not a troll or whatever." It's rhetorical, because though she can smell the hazing a mile away, she believes him. All the All the non-newbies are so strange to look at, but the rescuees were all pretty normal-looking. Except for the literal talking animals they dropped off.

"Feathers might be cool," Beau admits with a quick shrug, jerking her shoulders up in a movement that wouldn't be out-of-place on a bird. "Claws like yours, too. So long as, y'know, it doesn't mess with my balance. I'd hate if this transformation stuff fucked with doing my job here, though. I bet people don't just get reassigned if that happens, what with all your fighting, huh?"