She cocks her head to the side, studying the drawings. "It looks like a rancor with a long neck." She says, seriously. "But Rancors cannot fly. They're deadly enough as it is."

She remembers hearing about someone from the Rebellion, before the Republic, killing a rancor singlehandedly, but that's impossible and she doesn't believe it.

"She won't get that big, will she?" She asks, curiously. She doesn't believe that rancors start out that small, but it's possible.

She looks toward the forest again, hearing a rustling, but dismisses it. "You should wear better clothing." She says, abruptly. "You're educated, obviously, and should have clothing to show that."