Well that was an interesting quandary, given Takezo's hereditary situation. He had often asked himself that question, but had never gotten to a satisfying answer, unfortunately. He lifted his short blade and pointed it at the girl in kind as he moved his other hand to the katana's hilt. Offer one hand and prepare the other, after all. "Human," he lied, sort of. He could probably take the girl in a fight, since he technically had the mobility advantage, but he'd prefer to avoid wasting his energy before he'd probably have to get into another fight.

"And yourself?"