Once she picks the tea she wants, she pushes the set his way.

"You mean the concierge and other staff. Yes. We've confirmed they're indeed human...or human-adjacent, same as most all of us.

"...Except the centaur, I suppose. But even he is more sociable than them."

She lets that sink in, interested to gauge what kind of response that gives. You never know what is and isn't surprising to a person with limited memory.