"Oh, that is nice for you." Chal would prefer not to lie to this kind elf stranger. But even she could see that he seemed bothered. But they had only just met, it was not her place to delve. Perhaps he missed his family.

"I do not know the word you said. Poll-u-tion. What is that, please? I will help you find it, if you want." She really wanted to know exactly what they were seeking new species for. Harry was talking, but there was a tingling at the back of her neck. An instinct that overrode politeness and curiousity, to alert her. *On guard. You are hunted.*