Giving the dwarf a long look, she decides not to bother giving her personal opinion of predators who had to have money change hands to eat someone. Instead, looking the naga up and down, "Or they'd live on the plains in me," she thumps her barely-clothed chest for emphasis. "And yeah, hunting is-" She shrugs. "It is what a hunter must do to find food. It definitely does not involve..." she curls a lip a little, "Persuasion." She looks back at the bigger centaur and bares her teeth in... well, it was kind of like a grin. "Magic, eh? Hunpf." She packs a decent amount of disdain into that half-snort, half cough. "You're big enough. You don't need it."