Puh-lease. I am a master and have had no less than ten wild fauna tamed into my witch familiars. You, peasant, don't recognize my sacred and secret techniques.

[ Truth be told she was feeling lonely and frustrated this morning, which doesn't make for great focus, and she's been irritated at how quick the Quibbles are. That bite hurt, and she rubs at it. She wishes Roland were her. She bites down at that thought. Or Lilith. Or anyone from home.

Besides Claptrap. I mean, he's funny and all, but that's the second-to-last person she would have picked. ]