If it mattered, Ranka's scent wasn't precisely that of a typical pregnant human woman - although Bra wouldn't have anything to compare it to, really, so she'd probably just have to file it away as the smell of this particular girl.

That tail catches Ranka's eye for a moment, and she files that away as something particular to Bra for the moment. "My first... five apparently," she responds, a bit nervous, "thank goodness they're small or else I'd probably pop."