[Human. She commits that information to memory, glad to at least know what these weird bugs are called, even if...]

"No. Those accursed mimics gave me hope, but—" [Her needle lashes out, skewering a nearby bear through the chest.] "—all they are is proof that I must be on my guard at all times. I have not seen another bug like me."

[She tries to keep a level tone, but she can't stop the frustration leaking through near the end. She shouldn't be here. She should be home, where she knows where all the danger is, and where her duty lies.]