[ Little by little, she can make him comfortable, Roza hopes. She believes. Close distance through the human equivalent of catlike slinking around ankles. See, I'm sweet. See, you don't have to worry about me. ]

Dark eyes, Earthling, male, friendly, and you could beat him up. That about covers it, right?

Born in them? I think so. [ Early-mid, she'd guess. ] Is yours from the 90s? I'm copying, too.