She looked back over her shoulder, eyebrow quirked up in a curiosity that swiftly becomes amusement. "Yeah," she said, twisting her torso around enough to take pressureo ff her neck. Readjusting her legs would take longer, and involve more potential flashes of leg he didn't need to see right now. "I'm one hundred percent human!"

From her dark hair, to dark eyes, to darker skin and prominent cheekbones more characteristic of her mother's lineage out of India, her particular history was up to debate, but that she was human, and American by speech pattern, was cleraly apparent. "Underneath the blue, I'm guessing you're somebody pretty nornal looking too!" Collette smiled, though her attention shifts to glancing around for the sheets and blanket not long after. Her fever comes on in waves, and while she burns up, she knows getting too chilled is a bad thing too.