Whatever else she was, she was honest. Michael furrowed his brows, annoyed all the same. Standing around in a field staring her down wasn't productive and she was still exuding that innocent curiosity, so, after another moment of irritable hesitation, he turned back to what he'd been doing.

He bent down to examine the leaves of the plants by his feet. Food, food, weed. He grasped it by the base as he'd been shown and tugged it free from the dirt. Then he tossed it towards her, attempting to make it an easy catch. If she was going to sit on the wheelbarrow, she could be the one filling it.

"You're clearly not human—what are you?"

If this was to be a learning experience for her, he'd take advantage of the opportunity to do the same.