Monkey turns to give McCree a very obviously unimpressed look, one eyebrow raised in an expression of bafflement - 'wow, seriously?'. That was impressively awkward.

Every teenaged boy she's met so far in this place has been smoother than him. That's quite a feat.

Still, she's not currently in the mood to turn down conversation, especially with an adult, so she plows forward, hoping this conversation will not prove to be as uninspiring as its beginning.

"Monkey," she says dryly, as she unfolds into her human shape - regal bearing, long robes (beautiful but worn), and long greying hair that would drag on the floor if her robes didn't have such a long train. "But you can call me Sariatu, as that is my name."