Sunshine could add that her universe has her share of horned people, but that doesn't seem as noteworthy. Being a partblood - to whatever degree - is so commonplace that it only becomes worth mentioning if it actually manifests in some noticeable-in-public kind of way. Like that poor kid who grew tusks in high school; his family wound up moving to another town. It was an extreme response, as they go. Usually it's just a matter of some clandestine plastic surgery, and no lasting harm done. You can only get so worked up about something that's probably lying dormant in the majority of the population, whether it manifests or not.

As far as the real Others go, Persis sure knows how to pick them. Actually, of all the options, Sunshine's probably most comfortable explaining this one. "Oh, like... incubi, succubi. They're kind of, um, subtle. You don't really notice them so much as you notice whoever they've targeted, because thing-thralls are... less subtle. Like, suddenly your neighbor is sleeping eighteen hours a day and spending the rest of their time looking like they just had fantastic sex." She shrugs. "They aren't even that dangerous if you catch them before too long, but the science types say that your IQ drops about ten points for every month spent as a thing-thrall, so."