Sooraya obliges, patting Stepan and then Rasia alternately.
"Are there any governments that don't mistreat their people?" she mutters, exasperated on his behalf. Between him and Muldoon, she's begun to think that anarchy sounds more appealing. Or some creative object lessons.
"Not everyone from my world is all that ordinary, either," wondering if she scents differently to him than an ordinary human. "Far from it, in some cases. So this place...isn't as strange to me as it might have been." She looks up and smiles tiredly.