Gala trots behind a pillar and emerges as a small elf. She is blushing when she sees she has not been discreet, and adjusts the leather of her armour awkwardly. Her fingers pull through her short hair as she shivers unconsciously. She licks her teeth. "Um, hi." she begins, her arm waving at the elbow somewhat awkwardly -- she is not used ot this body she wears. "Excuse me. I agree with Wendigo. We want to remove the danger upstairs. I'm wondering if it make sense to try to lure some of them down here though. That way it would be them emerging from the bottleneck of the staircase, and not us. If they thought there were only one, or perhaps two opponents, or even some undfferentiated noise, um, like me, I mean..." Her voice trails off, as she hopes she has made her idea clear.