Una trailed a langourous hand along Starbuck's side. "Or if they were like the Lat (http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/2007/11/jaekelopterus.php#comment-647166)." Poor Mistress Christia. Although it was hard to feel too sorry for her, as the Everlasting Concubine had rather enjoyed it in her own weirdly innocent way. "They thought a woman's elbows were—oh." A charge went up her spine, pushing aside thoughts of the Lat and their peculiar physiology.