[ For the most part, his curiosity has curbed her alarm and she has time to gather her thoughts.]

Well, in the wild they build hives to live in. The flowers, they only visit for nectar and pollen. Then, they go home. But to get honey, we’d have to destroy the home they make for themselves.

[ She wonders if she’s explaining decently or if she should go further, but decides to let him be the conversation guide. Claire picks her sandpaper back up and continues, glancing up at him. ]