"Hello, my dear." The teeth do not trouble her. There is no death here, and if there were, she would seek it out, not shy away. She smiles, then offers a bow in greeting. It is interest that has brought her here rather than a desire to serve the Queen. She is no one's servant. "A pleasure. My name is Kuja."

The light flickering in her hand is merely colorful, harmless, and it dims as she bows, though it still gleams upon the gold and silver of her raiment. She holds no weapon.