She waited until the woman finished speaking, noticing the inflections in her voice as well as her references towards the other workers as slaves. "If you believe that I didn't think of such before you came along, you've mistaken me for a bumbling fool," she says with a slight hiss to her words. A spark of electricity streaks through her hair as she stands up, eyes narrowed at the newcomer. "If you're the topographer who I've called to employ, then you best know that a kobold named Henderson is to be treated as if I speak directly through him..." She wasn't one to hate a specific race or species, but in her times of adventuring she never found a reason to like the sort who considered none other than themselves for respect.