"That one has my stuff. If you touch it, I'll do worse to you that I did to that skeleton." The small teen human girl walked back to the coffin, turned away from the group, and took off the soaked robe, standing naked for a moment, and shaking like a dog to try to get as dry as she could, even shaking her head and projecting the liquid that clung to her hair outward in what she imagined to be a magnificent display. She then stood still momentarily before reaching over as modestly as she could, aiming to not show any of her naughty bits as she grabbed her clothes and armor and donned them as cutely as she could.

After gathering her remaining possessions, Peony looked to the rest and smiled awkwardly, her pose displaying a view of the holy symbol dangling delicately from her neck. "I don't believe I've thanked you all for removing me from my overly moist confines. I don't believe I've introduced myself, either. I am Peony-Corinne Rhys. Call me any of those three, or Sister. Anything else requires prior approval. Written form. In triplicate. Allow three to six weeks wait, and the privilege of calling me that name may be revoked at any time, with or without notice." Her tone remained that of a cordial invitation to talk throughout her monologue.