The smile seems to be a staple on her lips around Newt. It may or may not be clear that she doesn't often interact with other organic beings — her friends tend to be more of the green (or close enough) variety. It's something she typically prefers, but it's important to have interaction and conversation with others who understand you.

"There is not much to tell," she says with an easy gesture toward herself, "I am as you see, and what you see is what I am."

Then again, how many little tiny women have flowers on their heads for birds to get nectar from or rest on? Totally Normal.

"Who I am doesn't really matter, just a small," she giggles to herself, considering her size, "blip in your life, sprout. You've got more important things to do than natter on with this old woman."