i feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow
"Now, Mork, you know, when I first mentioned you to my dad, well-"
Mindy paused, almost instinctively; already she'd gotten used to the pattern of Mork's interjections at every reference to Earth-normal concepts. No interruption came, however, probably because they'd already addressed the concept of patrilineage. Somewhat.
Mork smiled, gentle and inquisitive.
So: "I referred to you as 'him', and he - that is, my father - was surprised to hear that. But I was sort of surprised too, because, well..."
No real reaction. Then again, she had no reason to suspect that Mork was something so simple as a guy, either.