[ she walks over and takes a seat on the stool, his question getting a truly puzzled look. despite figuring what he means rather quickly, her voice carries amusement. ]

You're not asking about my clothes, are you? [ her cloak and uniform aren't really much of a costume, certainly not that different compared to what he's wearing. so, yes, he's asking about her features. ] I'm a Togruta, not a human like you are. Unless your hair is as hard as my montrals are.

[ and, to emphasis, she taps the top of her head carefully so he can hear the hollowness to her cone-like horns. ]