Ummmm. [No. No, he's not familiar with a world's evolution. His blank, wide eyes are enough to spell out that much. Still; it's been seven hundred years since the gods have been swallowed, and his world... Esteban's world is changing. Bit by bit. He knows that much.]

Well, that's a dis'ppointment. [he grumbles, a light frown marring his usually sunny expressions.] Trees're so much more fun t' climb. An' Elevators're the worst.

[His entire face pinches at the mention of elevators, still feeling the too-tight walls, the metal doors, the corner of a box too small for him to spread his wings. He absolutely loathed the experience, and if time hadn't been of the essence-- and the people needing to be moved requiring the adapted small room-- he never would have stepped into one.]

[So he's happy enough to grin and turn to her again.]

Tell me 'bout evolution? How'd that come about in y'r world? I thought the Architect was y'r god, an' he created ev'rythin'?