Quintet regards this declaration with what she feels is a powerful equanimity. For a minute or two she simply looks at the... person. And stares. Surely she heard that right, right? Don't eat people... there are mice?

"Mice," She speaks slowly, so as to be sure that her meaning is clear, "Are people."

This is, Quintet feels, a fairly uncontroversial statement. Mice had always been people. Some of the earliest members of society had been rodents.

"Are you saying I should eat mice? What kind of a place is this?"