I'm not really a woman, (she points out, defaulting to pedantic in wake of her uncertainty. She's not entirely sure how to approach this situation; the human has the keys to the car, and both hands on the steering wheel. Lucretia's just along for the ride,) I'm a harpy.

(A very big and scary harpy. Sorta. The woman is looking at her in delight and it's really throwing her game off. Lup's next question makes her laugh again.)

No, I'm no guardian. I do like to keep people from feeding the nastier things that live here though, if only out of self interest. I'm not fond of hearing things die. (She tips her head, staring the woman down, lips curving in a little smile.) It would be a shame to hear you die, Lup.

(Lup. It's a sweet little name. Like the sound a frog makes as it jumps into water.)

My name is Lucretia.