"All right. Thank you." She settles in--properly, this time, her butt on a stool and not up on the bar itself. She's quiet as he starts to work, the same thoughtful consideration she's had since this started.

"You've had the claws a long time," is where she chooses to start, "before the metal was grafted onto them. Were you born able to do that?"

Careful word choice. Able to do that, not born like that, because it's so easy to misinterpret the latter as a value judgment. It's different, what he can do, no lie. That doesn't make it a bad thing.