She turns her gaze to the newcomer, a subtle, almost unnerving smile coming to her lips.

— Well, isn't this nice? We ain't had a party since the Sewer Gators visited us! It's nice to finally meet you, Sugar!

She sets down her knife onto the counter top and looks you over, head to toe - the faint whisper of a motherly affection dancing at the edges of her tone, despite the sickly gleam in her eyes.