Ancora teleports outside Judy's room, and knocks twice on the piece of furniture they brought with them, and waits.
"Yeah. That's a me thing; I don't think other people care quite as much. Probably still be really careful with it though. And obviously more careful with the other direction; probably just don't ever do that one at all, honestly."
'I was unaware of even that possibility until recently and was horrified when I discovered it.'
'I have not yet come across a person not of my species who it would make sense to like more than I naturally do, even were I lacking in morality.'
"That follows. How much do you like everyone else you've met, if you don't mind me asking?"
'Cam has been immeasurably useful and I hold deep affection for him. I have not spoken much with Bar but I like her as well. You frightened me and are a distressing reminder of my greatest failures, though not in a way which translates to dislike per se. My six initial humans had a traitor among them and all worked to mislead me about important moral facts but I love them still.'
. . . She should not 'oh honey' the terrifyingly adorable vampire alien.
"So you like pretty much everyone, then?"
'I have not met a member of my own species whose presence I unaidedly enjoyed.'
"Hm." Judy scritches her cat. "Do you think you've met more artists or humanishes?"
"Well, if you'd only met a few of them it could have been a coincidence that you didn't like any."
'I met between tens of and ten thousand artists, most likely some hundreds.'
"Since you just gave a really - wide, I guess - answer to that question. It's surprising that you don't have one like that for how long you were there, even if it's not really precise."
Judy stifles a sporfle. "- Does time work differently in the artist realm or something?"