[Milla looks up -- hello, human child! -- and takes in the unfamiliar face before shaking her head once.]

In a manner of speaking, I am. [She indicates with her free hand the pile of books she's already skimmed through.] Most of the subject matter in these volumes are identical to that of my own world, more or less. The obvious exceptions thus far have been this society's concept of artes and their biological constitutions. They're similar, but not exact. Their technological advancements are also unique.

[She looks back up at Morgan, matter-of-fact.]

Barring those, I'm looking for more inconsistencies.