[ Well to be fair, she hasn't had time to read all of them because someone rudely interrupted her, but it's what Ursula's extrapolated based on the pictures of the captives she's already met on the way down here. That she could be wrong, she doesn't care. She's running with it.

Seeing Thalia taken aback, she shifts her tone to speak slowly, as if explaining to a toddler. ]

Honey, the only humans I deal with on a regular basis are the ones that float down to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, where I live, and they're practically bone by the time they get there!

[ Okay, so she got a little heated at the end. She has a temper and Thalia's pressed almost every button she has. She's panting now, both from exertion and anger. ]