[She frowns a little, looking sympathetic.] Why would you not want friends? Who will you share food with, and talk to, and spend your time with? I think it would be very lonely, and very sad for you to not have any friends, Mister Croc.

[After a pause, and as if she hadn't said any of that other stuff, she sounds curious and cheerful again.] Oh, and what is a "bastard"?