She finishes the verse and, not knowing how exactly one bows to small tentacled creatures currently perched in one's own hands, nods in return to the new arrival.

A thought occurs. "This may be a foolish question," she says. "But was that a name? If so, I'm afraid I can't repeat it. I'm Reshad." She hums a bar, quietly, trying to balance the needs of a human conversation and the enthralling little creatures.