"You think they're like us." It's not a question, though. It's more a statement of fact. He doesn't elaborate on what 'like us' means either, not in public, but Billie's smart enough to glean the rest.

Daud glances up, at where Mercy's perched on the edge of a rooftop, diligently preening her own feathers, then frowns.

"But how much like us?"