[Eight was used to being looked at... being an Octoling in Inkopolis made a casual glance seem like a dangerous evaluation. One time she recalls a pair of Inklings looking over her, only to mention that they liked how she did their tentacles... sometimes it wasn't easy living among what used to be considered an enemy, but she knew she couldn't go back to Octopolis either.]

[Her gaze breaks only at the mention of not there being Inklings. How to phrase...] That's okay. We don't have humans in Inkopolis, either.

They all died out, a long, long time ago. I'm one of the few who has even seen a statue of one. [...that could have probably been a little less blunt, Eight...]