...It had been a while. Since Renamon had been faced with such a complete human. In all honesty, there was a kind of charm about his reaction, in his careful wording brimming with politeness and hesitation. It was human decorum, human nerves, and when she had first arrived here, it had been a language she was ill-gotten to learn. Now the nuances came more simply. Now the points to lay down were a bit easier. Even so, now, like this.

She smiled slightly, bordering on beatific. "I said I was willing to explain. So don't hesitate to ask anything. On this subject...." A subject she had only touched on with a handful, and mostly, a bit unwillingly. Here, however, it spoke somewhat different. "To your question the answer is no."

Renamon let it sink in for a moment, then went on. "To a possible next question, what I am can be said to be a few things. This isn't my natural form, in any regard. I'm an anthropomorphic fox visually." She glanced down at her hands, and the yin-yangs on the back of them. "The markings are the same." She looked back up at him. "I'm a Digimon. A digital monster created to fight. I'm different from the average Digimon, but no, Byrne. I am nothing like a human."