The footfalls are almost overshadowed by that constant soft buzz, but she can't doze through a shout, a call for a name. Her head snaps around, hand reaching for the bag she let fall before she pauses. A troll. And not one she knew. Young and they know Nepeta so it probably wasn't a troll from Beforus. No, must be Alternian at least. An ally, maybe? Who knows with these ones.

"I'm afraid I'm not Nepeta. Descendant, Ancestor. That sort of thing." She raises an eyebrow, "And you are?"