– Your weapon doesn't make sense. Your weapon is stupid. You couldn't wear it.

She scoffs, twitching her nose in a funny way. The flat tail, different from the tails of the Na'vi forest clans, wiggles from side to side before grabbing the man's leg and locking it so that he cannot get out. She shamelessly pulls his shirt up, examining his body: skinny, even by Na'vi standards, tall and awkward. She examines him curiously, tracing strange stripes on his skin with her fingers, and bends lower, saddling him: it's more convenient to touch and study someone else's body.