"I'm one-twelfth of an angry god," Nian answers with a shrug and a flick of her tail. "Also, a lot of races have horns where I come from. Sarkaz, Caprinae, Forte... I should be asking you why you don't have any."

She follows him around to the front of the car, peering over his shoulder with interest. "That is one dirty engine. What are you even using for fuel? Tar?" Oh if only she knew. Gasoline is not a thing in her world. They use magic rocks for energy.