Bee frowns sternly at him. "It's not polite to tell people they're not normal," she says. She's extremely abnormal in one way, and that's bad enough without being called out for her sexuality or her condition. "And you don't know everyone. And even the people you do know, they know themselves better than you do." She fiddles with the blanket, a minor display of discomfort. "You can read up on this when you're awake if you like, but for now I'd appreciate it if you just took my word for it. That would be the polite thing to do." She gives him a little sidelong glance. It's a test, and she doesn't care to be particularly subtle about it.