She grins when he pokes her, nudging him back with her knuckles against his chest.
"Gluma. And no. They don't respond the way other Grays do. They're compelled."
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She grins when he pokes her, nudging him back with her knuckles against his chest.
"Gluma. And no. They don't respond the way other Grays do. They're compelled."