As she approached he couldn't help but examine and then analyze her movements and body.<em>"Feline... acrobat or thief, possibly both knowing the species itself and judging the armor."</em>he thinks to himself before she speaks to him.<em>"She just met me... and she wants to be my friend? How unorthodox yet brute of a way for attempting to form a friendship or any sort of relationship."</em>He thinks to himself for a moment, though his tri-colored iris' and pupils don't waver behind his mask as he seems to stare at her own. "What of it? I make it a habit to befriend someone after knowing more about them, instead of offering both a name and then relationship to the person themselves." He says as a gloved hand reaches up to the plain white mask on his face and lifts it away from his jaw just enough for him to flick his tongue out and taste the air that she brought with her. He could tell that she left the ballroom not longer than he did himself, though she was escorted by some sort of male. He could even taste a hint of magic, but he was going to guess that it was her escort instead of herself, otherwise it wouldn't have an after-taste that felt as if it faded not long ago. The gloved hand rests the mask back onto his face before shifting it for a moment to make sure that it is on correctly before tilting his head to look down at her. "Though I'll give you one thing in exchange for your name and that would be my own. I'm Dready, aptly named for no good reason." he says and takes a small bow before turning on his heel and starting to walk away from Faar. Sure she was different from most he's met, but he already knows the possibilities that she would be here for, as well as her own occupation before arriving that it wouldn't have mattered to him if he knew or not. With that he resumes walking down the hallway and examining the trophy cases and the items inside.