[She can read perfectly well, but the holographic interface that taught to her to read didn't teach her to type.]

Sorry-- this is easier than writing. Ah, yeah, I'm not sure if weird covers all of that.

Where I'm from, a demon is...it's a giant machine. Or the corpse of one, from a thousand years ago. I get the feeling that's not what you're talking about.

And shadows of yourselves that had to be killed with feelings... [Beat, the sound of her taking a breath to say something, then giving up on that...then trying again.] Wait, you're not messing around with me, are you.