The Doll cocks her head at Magnai's request. It's a bit refreshing to have someone take her offer at face-value--most newcomers are either too disoriented, skeptical, or shy to simply state their needs in response to her offer. It's unfortunate that she's never heard of an Azim, making it unlikely she can grant what Magnai is really looking for. But she will certainly try.

She takes a step closer to look up into Magnai's eyes. Though her face doesn't move beyond her eyes, Magnai can feel her faint breath. She has an ethereal, floral scent. Her own eyes are a pale yellow-green.

"You have very striking eyes, sir," she says, conciliatory. "I enjoy gazing into them, but I know not what you ask. If I have any Azim, I see it not."