Brakq crawls into the room herself, her already bright grin widening into truly morbid proportions. The pointy-eared knight's attempt at starting a conversation barely registers with her. Polite talk's stupid, and this room is beautiful. So many things to hit! So many promises of stupid big bright stuff cracking open with sharp sounds!

Sole issue is, there's really a lot of those. So much so that she is stuck paralysed with indecisio with a moment there. What to hir first? She can't hit all the things first! But then, an idea alights in her head. Hey. Hey, you! Hey! You there, hey! she calls out to the robe people. You know who's, uh, who I am? Ask me! Ask me! Ask me, I want it! she hollers on, her big bulging eyes darting about to locate a container of apprpriately modest size as close to the robes as possible.