Luna swore softly in Gaelic, realising what she's doing. "Oh... Uuuh... no, I'm dyslexic." She looks at the name tag, trying valiantly to read it before giving up and settling on an Irish name that she believes matches the tag vaguely. "Oh, hey Roisin1<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">1</span>, I'm Luna. And I think it's blue... sort of..." She sighs. "I'll just follow you. And sorry for the sniffing thing... I... uuh... smelled some perfume I liked and wanted to know what it was... for... uhh... me to get in future." She blushes a little, realising she smells a bit musky and foresty... a natural part of werewolfhood.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">1</span>(pronounced Rosh-een for those unfamiliar with Gaelic)