"Oh - is that what you call those fish?" Daine peers down into the pool, admiring the flashes of color their scales give off as they swim past the lights mounted along the sides.

She doesn't really talk to fish. Their minds aren't as easy for her to grasp as those of warm-blooded animals. Part of it, too, is self-preservation: she can't bring herself to eat animals she's close to, and she needs some meat in her diet. Still, she can't resist dangling her fingertips in the water, and it's not long before she has curious fish nibbling away at her.