Danika tilted her head at him as he mimicked her. "This feels like a trick." She chuckled, moving closer to the glass slowly. She set her hand gently against the cool glass of his tank, shaking her head. "I don't think I can eat that. I can't even keep down the food that's made for me, much less raw fish." She smiled, leaning her shoulder against the glass gently. "See?" She gestured to her teeth- straight, white, and not sharp. She gestured to his teeth. "Different. We can't eat the same things. I appreciate it though." She nodded, smiling at him again.