She's about to ask how he knew her affinity--but her horns are shaped a little purrbeast like. Perhaps it's just a lucky guess.

"No. I'd rather meet trolls on my own terms." Who knew if the Nepeta was a peaceful troll or one prone to killing. Best to let things happen as they might. She had no real plans to make friends with trolls she didn't know. Trust was fragile enough without being forced.

"Who are you?"