Hey, there's some of that old nerdy enthusiasm shining through. Success. "He's called Croach the Tracker," she says, her smile taking on the particular fond tinge she reserves for good eaters. "He's not that big, but he has a… distinct voice. Very… resonant." It might not be flattering to add that he talks a bit like the shipboard computer in a cheesy scifi movie, so she doesn't, even though it's a detail Topher would probably appreciate. "I'll have to introduce you sometime," she says instead. Then he can hear it for himself.