She smiled as he started singing again, he was good and she was enjoying listening to him. She nodded a thanks when he refilled her glass, taking another sip of the drink. "Imagine if they were.... we wouldn't stand a chance." She couldn't see the owl, but had heard it. "Humans really do have a high opinion of ourselves..." she sat up, and slipped her jacket back on properly before lying back in the chair. "More often then not, its not warranted. We aren't a perfect race."
Shrugging, she thought about what she had said, this led onto other thoughts and eventually she just shook her head not wanting to make sense of them "So, John, you don't believe in luck.. What about fate?"
