Faeyia began to form the plates of her armour. This encounter could end - or continue - in a fight. Her clothing would be ruined, but she could always get more. The fabric tore as heavy bone plates formed under it, an exoskeleton protecting her more squishy body. At this point, she didn't even have to stop or focus on her actions, it was second nature. Her armour grew as she walked forward, ready to engage.
The stranger that looked like a human spoke up. In Common, no less. Faeyia never liked Common. It just irked her that people never wanted to learn any languages and just expected to be understood if they took the lazy way. It was probably a sign of hypocrisy on her part, as she didn't really care about languages and enjoyed taking a shortcut every now and then. It was just a weird thought that popped into her head.
She wasn't about to punish someone she's just met for weird thoughts that popped into her head sometimes. And she kind of liked the way the stranger went immediately to business, no messing around. "I'm Faeyia Lennarien. If you're the kind to write a name on your palm three times to remember it, let me warn you that it has a lot of useless vowels. What was the other thing? Oh right, intentions. I was going to the beach. What 'bout yours?" That was how conversations were supposed to go, right? Bounce the question back.