Some look like you, save for the bits and pieces of metal. [Rhus starts pulling out finely chopped leaves from his tobacco pouch, rolling them between his fingers until the shreds make small enough of a ball to fit into his pipe.] Some are diminutive, some are large, but we're all still rather human, despite 'ow we look.

[It's a subtle lecture delivered with a casual air, when he's heard slurs so many times over his life, of Miqo'te being called cats, like they were less than people.]