He stares at her for a moment, like he doesn't understand. But as comprehension slowly comes in and she asks her second question, he clicks harshly, like something approximating a spitting sound.

By the lamplight it can be seen that there are implants down the sides of his arms, too.

"Human," he growls, with so much gravelly insect sound that the English word can barely be made out. "Humans!" he creaks again, angry and hurt.