She squeaked out a high-pitched reply and immediately held a hand to her throat in shock.<br/><strong><br/>"How?!  Damn perverse Acererak!  Oh gods!  Is that my voice?!  I sound like a little girl!"</strong><br/><br/>Indeed, she had one of those high, child-like voices, the kind that sounded cute at first, but would quickly become disconcerting for the owner for never being taken seriously by others.  She began to curse a string of rapid unintelligible phrases, likely in her native tongue.<br/><br/><strong>"Ayy-yaaa!  Tsomagoyaaai!  Fan-tong!  Sann-Bah!!!"</strong><em>(much more of this, several minutes worth)</em><br/><br/>She didn't sound unpleasant, rather melodic really.  But the temptation to cover one's mouth with a stifled laugh at how girlishly cute she sounded might be a bit offensive.  She scowled again and started to rise to her feet, only to lose her balance twice as she did so, landing undignified upon her butt with legs splayed wide out.  Obviously she was still getting used to a new center of balance.  She glared out at anyone daring to laugh, trying to maintain a sense of decorum but unfortunately failing utterly.