"Chickens, huh? ... They can be pretty nasty from what I've heard, but ..." She took the moment to look him over curiously. "You seem like you could handle getting henpecked."

Was it a little daunting to realize she was talking to a robot? Absolutely. But she'd also spoken to a man with no face, been in countless shoot-outs and raids, and held a conversation with someone whose brain had been perfectly visible. Daunting was not something Starling was about to back down from. She held out the hand not currently occupied by mint.

"Clarice Starling."