She laughs, pleasantly, at the greeting, returning the proper one in kind, then her eyes narrow, at the sight of the corpse. "That would be the third one I've seen this month. The first two were found, impaled on the spears of my women, both of them locked in death." She glances up to meet his eyes. "Yes, I do want the attacks to end. I take it you have some ideas?" She seems to enjoy the attention of his eyes; given the all-female population, and her draconic nature, it's unlikely she sees too many males.