Emet-Selch flicks his eyes upward. Ah, the small girl with unusually avian features. Not someone he's spoken to but he has seen her from a distance over the past fortnight.

He motions nonchalantly at the empty space across from him, which would be more than suitable to set her pillow and have a seat. "Do as you will. I daresay no one will stop you."

The few cards he had set on the floor are picked up and held out to her. She seems to look at them with particular interest, so let her have a closer look.