[It's been a long time since he's been on Terra, let alone seen another of his kind; it's all news to him. He listens, at least, even if he scowls when Stephen finishes.]

Good for them, I'm sure they're very happy with that. But there ain't no thing like me but me, 'raccoon' or otherwise.

[He snorts, the sound derisive to match the skeptical expression improbably stretching across his features.]

Hands. Hands make it "sort of clever". You're kidding me with that, right?