[The Clawdite shakes her head.] You don’t have to call me anything. [Clearly it’s not a subject she’s comfortable with. She distracts herself by casting a furtive glance up at Fareeha’s face. She doesn’t know if she could recreate the girl's features from memory, but it’s good to at least get acquainted with what a human face is supposed looks like.]

If you aren’t gonna let me use your face, we should hide somewhere. Or else I’ll be in trouble if someone sees me.