"I've learned to make them. Particularly when human...things are involved." There's a bit of emphasis on the word 'things', not quite disdain, but close enough. It really is rather impossible for her to avoid at least some jab towards humans.

Agency. Ah, he said the magic words. To her agency is everything; something that was once taken from her that she now places higher than just about anything else. Slowly, she tilts her head and then asks:

"Does our benevolent host often choose to intercede to take our agency away?" If so, then perhaps there would be a problem eventually. For now though, she eyed the bag he held, and then reached in and plucked a one out that happened to have a light yellow hue to it. "What sort of traits should I expect?" Or was that to be left to chance for her?