[She blinks on her end, bats an ear in the pause. Figures she can expect what it's for; is glad that the medium's text, not that ordinary reaction even face-to-face is a thing she's disused to enough to find as vexing to talk through nearly as much as before. Voice rings up on the question - ]

I am! I am. Born a horse! Mind you. [She's had a few asking her if she was human before all this by now!] ...Grew a horn! It - just goes to show what a variety of... little extra things that we can have in store for us. I suppose!