Ushuul Agut briefly glares down to the man, continuing to walk past him. As he continues to speak, she turns about to lean down to the shorter human, eye-to-eye. “Your plezantrees are duul, tiny Pinkeh. Enuff.” Ushuul growls out into his face, looking him once over as she stood back up. Waiting no longer on the human, she turns to enter the massive city before her.