[She wiggles a hand at the stranger's general direction, flexing her fingers a bit.]

Gotta use your hands for our stuff, not bottoms.

[It's important! Hands! With fingers! Which ... is why she could never get home again. Nothing worked. She didn't have hands anym-- no. Don't think about that. She shakes off the thought visibly, shaking her head. Nope!]

We're not brought here, we arrive on ships or pop out of the ground, and we are a stone. See, like this one.

[She taps her chest, or more accurately the gem there.]

This IS me. It doesn't have me and I don't have it.