"Omnics, in my case." There must have been some kind of human-elf war to cause boogiehumans to exist for Marjara's people. Amélie wasn't going to ask; it wasn't important and would kill the mood.

Speaking of mood, she found herself in a conundrum. What should she do with her arm ? She could just leave it where it was, trapped by Marjara, but then it would eventually call sleep. Should she move it? But if she moved it, the elf would just stop leaning against her; Amélie didn't want that to happen. The obvious solution was to drape it across the back of the couch, but that would suspiciously come across as putting her arm around the elf. Not only would that potentially be too forward, they were in public.

So, Amélie just left her arm there, flexing her fingers a little before they began to idly toy with the closest piece of fabric.