Who're ya? And what arya doin'ere? Ya sure don' look like wunna mah friends, bustah...ya don' even look like anyone I've seen...maybe I could changeat though... She drags you along to her hideout, sitting you down in a chair she made out of carved sticks and logs. Despite what it may seem, it's...oddly comfortable. She ties you to the chair. Name. And whatarya, sum kinda alien...?