I'm sorry to tell you. But human culture is like that for some reason. I don't know why. [Her mood sinks. Deep down, she rather hates Earth. What she's seen of it has been so dystopian she's never really gotten a coherent picture of the fashions in which it's a better place than her home. Far away from her planet, culling seems like a small price to pay for the fashions in which her culture was better. If she heard without adequate preparation that her ancestor worked to overturn Alternian culture, she'd probably turn hostile.]

At any rate, I am. Kanaya Maryam. What does that mean to you? [...in spite of herself, she is pretty curious.]