[Geez, this guy's sense of humour could give Harrow's a run for her money. Which is to say, it's about as dry and desiccated as one hundred year old bone. Clearly her attempts at humour are wasted on him, but regardless she sighs, and makes one more half-hearted try.]

Oh, come on. Throw me a bone here.

[Her wit, it sparkles. She gives him an obnoxious grin before turning back toward the display, her eyes trailing from one of the aforementioned skeletons of something she can't identify, back toward the taxidermied monstrosity that had got them chatting in the first place.]

But yeah, if that thing is meant to be educational then surely the lesson is 'when taxidermy goes wrong'. Or like, ancient preservation techniques, showing off how much better they've become at stuffing corpses over the centuries. Cheery stuff like that.

[Her gaze slides further along the glassed-in display case as she talks, vaguely narrowing.]

Maybe there's more of them around here somewhere. You know, more of the fugly ones.