The diclonius smirked a bit as the stranger's eyes narrowed - oh, she loved it when she agitated people! She never knew what to expect next and it was a fun game to play when bored. Though, this man seemed bored just sitting there - he was bored of the Playground!? She stared at him, slightly aghast - there were so many things to do, so many sights to see just in the Lows! "I'm just a woman who decided to stick around the tavern with the bard that simply enchanted me." She chuckled and tucked some of her hair out of her way again, starting to grow irritated with it. "I'm certainly human, though not your average brand." His remark about [i]smell[/i] didn't phase her - it seemed a variety of folks in the Playground had a keener sense for it than she. "He's the Inn's primary bard." She resisted the urge to snap out at the "half-blood" comment - Pullo didn't talk about the people he came from much, but if her and Nikita's knowledge about stereotypical fantasy worlds said enough, it was that half-bloods weren't welcome in many communities. "I ran into him on the same night we both ended up in here, about six months ago, and we've just sort of been having adventures ourselves."

Missile straightened up again, tapping her fingers against the bar. "But if you'd like a name, you go first. I insist; after all I did ask you first." She grinned lightly and tilted her head, glancing at the glass - one of her vectors lightly scooted it roughly six inches away from Kresnik's hand before lifting it into the air and setting it right back where he had set it to begin with. But as always, the strange paperthin arms were invisible.