Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

She stopped rolling about temporarily to peer upside down at the woman, not discreet in spying to confirm or deny her wheedling's success. Unfortunately for Lusca, her strategy and lackluster performance yielded no results, so with a grunt she swept herself upward and a frown hung from her lips. "Loooooook lady, I don't know what to tell you." She said. 

Her features brightened for a spell. "I'm Lusca. I'm very naiiiiiice." Her pitch trebled and she waggled her eyebrows. Eh? Ehhh? "No pack for me, but that's okay. Now you know one more!" A name to a face, maybe that would sweeten the kitty? Wishful thinking–she was definitely not getting commission for this.