"My experience with cocnuts is limited," River told her, then looked at the one eyed apple-head. "Reavers. The side effect of a government experiment gone wrong. Millions dead, a minority turned into raving cannibals. Mutilated themselves, but are mostly known for their habit of attacking to torture, rape, maim and eat the unlucky who cross their path." She took another bite of the muffin. "I have killed reavers."

Then River turned her head and nodded at the towel animal zoo. "Another project," she said. "Am just as productive as you are in the library." That last sentence was added with a hint of teasing.