Well, Rachel had sort of suspected that when she'd looked at the people around her, but they hadn't smelled like Inderlanders or the humans she was used to, so she hadn't been sure.

The child's comment that she 'felt' different made her skin prickle a little, wondering what exactly the little girl was getting from her. If she could see auras, she would have known, surely. Or at least been close enough. Taking a careful breath to keep her pulse slow in case the child could pick up on that too, Rachel made herself grin, cocking her head.

"Nope, I'm not. I'm a witch. We look a lot like humans, but we're different on a--genetic level." She thought the child seemed smart enough to understand that, and she remembered how much it sucked to be talked down by adults just because of your age when you were smart, so she wasn't going to dumb it down too much. "We live longer than most humans where I'm from, and we can do things they can't. It makes some humans...not like us very much." Of course, she hadn't been alive for the worst of the hate during the Turn, but the fear was still there. "I could use human medicine for most things, but mine works a lot faster." She actually smiled at that, thinking of the time Edden had given her that 'asprin' that hadn't done anything but give her a sore throat.