Dare stumbles about, frying pan in hand. She hears something, but thinks nothing of it. "Probly just a small animal.. like a mouse, or perhaps a rabbit.." she mumbles to herself, eventually speaking nonsense. "Hmph. I need some eats.." She says, grasping her belly. She whips out her frying pan. " People like to underestimate you, don't they?" To anyone else, she'd seem completely mad. She was average in her eyes. Maybe a bit below.