She knew her name, but could not articulate it. The giants would sometimes call her to them by it,
or with the magical machine with the pleasing sound. Sometimes the smaller, louder one required
instruction and guidance by way of herding to the room where it was kept, and on occasion, to be
climbed and supervised from a shoulder before they could remain focussed. The operation of the
machine had so far eluded her, all attempts so far had been unsuccessful. However, when not
fine-tuning the pan-dimensional portal beneath the basement stairs, or torturing the enemy before
depositing their broken bodies within the giants' paw covers, she still contemplated it's usage and
cursed her reliance on the others to control it.