"I guess not, but we're People, chief, not Herd. Being au naturel is just a thing we do. You're not the first guy I'd see shift up into his birthday suit and dig around for his... pants...." She pauses, looking around. "Hector, where are your clothes? Y'know what... forget I asked!" The Ithaeur bursts out laughing.
She ponders for a moment. "Okay, so you all kinda got here around the same time, but you heard more of the stories than the others. I'm glad you found each other - Hell, the only way I knew to survive in here is to know when to hide and run. And Cunning or not, Wisdom or not, I'm sick of hiding. I want to be in a Pack, doing my role again. I want to Hunt again, not just hold an ever shrinking line in the sand."
Emily scratches her head. "We can write our own stories here. It seems like there's so much work to be done. I guess everyone's got their ideas of what's important, but for me, working on the Hisil will be a big part of it. And if the Totam needs sweet-talking, I can try that too. You got something you wanna make a priority?"