Whereas she was inclined to babble, as soon as she started talking. Which was a big part of why she didn't think of herself as a talker, in general: she always ended up saying more than she wanted to, more than was entirely safe. Maybe if she'd been brought up by the Blaises and had a whole family to share secrets with she might have learned how to not to share, how keep her conversations noncommittal, casual. But her mother had taken her away, had refused to discuss or acknowledge anything that didn't fit a narrow definition of normal, and Rae had found it easier to focus on the unambivalencies of flour and water and salt turning into dough, dough becoming bread, and let other people do the talking.

What did it mean, though, that she kept being...forming attachments to laconic types? With complicated problems that she could barely decode even when they were trying to communicate? "Digested? What's a sarlaac?"