“Conspiracy theories play into humans’ worst instincts,” Gretchen commented idly as she watched for any signs of their food. When Marconi glanced up with a small smirk, Gretchen narrowed her eyes. “What?” “The way you call us humans,” Marconi said, amusement thick in her voice. Then she shook her head and went back to scrolling. “It’s like you’re not a part of that group.”
