Priscilla Shaw
"Th-that's not something you should say to a lady!" Priscilla mumbled with a hint anger, sounding far too innocent for it to be threatening. "My chest means nothing! I-I am a skillful and resourceful and.. And an bloody invisible woman! Don't treat me like some random little girl that just fell in by accident, Master Dot wouldn't just pick me up for no reason, no offence, but pity doesn't seem like a trait you guys like to show off.." priscilla ranted, leaping up from the ground with a small thump on the floor as she landed on her two feet, raising an invisible finger and pointing it in his face, not that he could see it. Shortly after her little outburst, a dwarf suddenly appeared in the hall, asking the two men some questions in an unpleasant way from The novice poison-maker's view. "That's a dwarf.. Woah.." Priscilla suddenly mumbled, her unseen eyes seeming to glaze over as they bore into the small yet wisened man's front. It was amazing to see someone so small, he was smaller than her! Smaller than Dot, even! She felt compelled to ask him questions, but was unsure of what to ask, so she simply stared, finding it difficult to imagine how life would be being of that small stature.
"He's like a tall kid.." was all Priscilla managed to wrangle out of her mouth before she began softly giggling.