<strong>"Undead. And my kind."</strong>her head tilts, one ear folding down as a thought wobbles through her head, and she nods slowly.<strong>"My kind. Huh. Well, for everone's sake, I hope that that hairless trollop comes back without a knife somewhere uncomfortable. And Valki, too.</strong>" She snickers softly.<strong>"I might need his thinking-meats for something."</strong>She turns back towards the hole, whiskers twitching.<strong>"Looks like a long way down. How'd you get in, ropes? Or..."</strong>she looks back at them and wriggles her fingers<strong>"Are yours sticky?"</strong>never can tell, they<em>kind of</em>look like wall lizards.<br/><br/><strong>"Who were they in the company of? I mean, the other ratfolk?"</strong>She peers back towards the man.<strong>"I guess that's what you mean by my kind, right, I mean, obviously these big monkeys aren't hardly as pretty as me..."</strong>What could pass as a wry smile when you have a muzzle...