[Zam leans back against the transporter bulkhead with an amused smile.] Jealous? [She knows nudity taboos are particularly strong among humans, certainly moreso than changelings. Still, Miles hasn’t asked her to look away, and so she doesn’t.

If he’s expecting pity or disgust, he doesn’t get it. For one, human bodies aren’t really Zam’s idea of “normal” to begin with, so Miles doesn’t exactly shatter any expectations in that regard. Secondly, your idea of “twisted” tends to be rather more extreme when you can deconstruct and reassemble your skeletal structure at will. In short, Miles’s appearance just isn’t all that shocking to her.

She does seem interested in his battle scars though and gives an impressed whistle at the quantity.] Remind me to check out the job listings for “courier” if we ever drop by your galaxy. [Her tone edges somewhere between teasing and pointed; maybe she suspects that job title isn’t as accurate as Miles would have her believe.] Something tells me it’s more exciting than just delivering packages.