Not of them? Ah, that... is not something she understands, but she does not pry. IF she is not one of them, she is not one of them, and Lauri-Ell accepted that.

With the arm offered for inspection, the Kree leans in to look over it. So very lovely.

"Is the metal naturally that color, or is it treated to be that shade? Is it strong? Is it perhaps infused with this 'Mist' of your world. Oh it's so wonderful."