The woman's eyes search for the voice's source, eventually coming to focus on a...creature? She rubs her eyes, under the impression she was seeing things. However, the creature was still there, as very much real as she was. "It seems I am...your doing, I assume?" she questions, clearly not afraid of the creature. Her eyes look him over, perhaps another human being would be afraid, maybe intimidated by the being; she was not like everyone else. She slowly leaned forward, "So, what are you supposed to be? A goblin?" she asked, a slight bit of sarcasm in her voice. Before she let him answer, she asked another question, "And for that matter, where am I? This doesn't look like the city to me." she added. She noticed the paintings around the room, none familiar, but intriguing to her nonetheless.