"I think it goes without saying I am happier now than when I was – well, let's not sugarcoat it – when I was an experiment," she says, adding a light chuckle that is out of place and frankly, a bit forced. "The first few days that I remember were unsettling, being poked and prodded with no idea what was going on or why. Those are my first memories, and they weren't pleasant. It didn't help matters that these people were discussing things and asking me questions that I couldn't understand. What I did understand was how they kept focusing on my forelegs... the ones that I couldn't do anything with..." Through this reflection, Starla's voice gradually drops in volume. By the time she pauses, she's speaking barely above a whisper with her head hanging noticeably lower than before.