Dry sarcasm was only civilized. Belladonna fell to washing her paws again. They could never be too clean when it was impossible to tell how long it had been since this place had seen a proper wash itself. 'Exceedingly impolite, indeed. Ah.' She stopped short, ears swiveling this way and that as if listening for anyone who may have caught her own impoliteness. 'My word, how crude of me. You must think me no better than a half-grown kitten. My most sincere apologies, my dear. I am called Belladonna. I'm sure my lineage would mean nothing at this juncture, so I shan't bore you with it.'