She's kind of pretty, actually, although Deet is naturally still wary. She continues to smile, anyway, putting her best foot forward. "Oh! Oh, I should have said first. I'm Deet, of the Grottan clan. I'd like to know your name too, but that's not the Truth."

She's a little oddly dressed for a Grottan, with the cloak of Thnisko's feathers on her shoulders. That, and the violet tinge to her eyes.

After a second's consideration, she asks, "If you were in danger, or trapped somewhere you couldn't leave from, who in this room would you pick to rescue you, and why? If you don't know anyone well you can just pick who you think looks strongest or smartest or whatever."