"My name's Quintet," She says, with a steady stare. After a moment she flicks her tail from one side to another, as if to shrug, "Why, were you expecting someone else?"

Granted, the cat-sized doors were a handy thing to have, in a world that seemed to favor people with a higher stature and grasping hands. Not that that could have stopped Quintet, were she so inclined; only, it was convenient.

So maybe there was someone else to expect, not that she'd met any such person, as of yet.

"I'm new."