The chest was fine and all, but she's peeking under the table to see if it's human feet or hooves. Feet. That's less exciting. Still, she pops upright again after a second, mildly disappointed but no less curious.

Thankfully, while she's still a blunt pain in the ass, being here for a while has made her less...racist(?) to non-human things. Before, back home, it was humans or Covvies, people that sometimes wanted to kill you or aliens that almost exclusively do. She didn't consider nice non-human beings, and had a chip on her shoulder about them. Now, she treats them just like she does humans. Which isn't all that great anyways, but oh well, at least it was just her being an ass and not close-minded about something they can't change.

She reaches a hand out in an attempt to touch one of the horns, eyebrows pulling together, "You get your eye poked out from a horned headbutt or something?"