ooc: Well since that has provided a handy solution, I'll edit the less convincing solution out of my last post
IC:
Dionysia spun round to face Ark, and stared. "Good Odd," She muttered, "How many of the muds here
aren't natives?!" This place was crazy! She was just glad the vykkers couldn't see all this, or she would be in so much trouble! She was supposed to catch native mudokons but this place seemed to be infested with them!
BBut hang on, hadn't she seen this one before?
She pushed aside her concerns; it didn't matter any more, did it? "Alright then," She said to Ark, rather exasperatedly, "Lead the way!"