[P] Probably a socially inept, and slightly more civilized, goblin

(Sociability roll d20=4+0+0)

Goli blinked in surprise at the sight of the other greenskins. Was she with them? It would make sense, waking up lost in some wooded hell hole then finding a group of your own race minutes later. It wasn't a terrible leap of logic, but as far as she could tell, the scraps of cloth she had woken up with had once been some form of pants or maybe underwear, and possibly a shirt to go with it, but these goblins seemed to wear a loincloth at most, which brought a bit of rosey red to her green cheeks.

She did her best not to stare at the exposed bodies as the brown haired club wielder approached her, causing her to stiffen slightly. "What do you mean I don't smell like one of you? We're all green right?" She said with a **** smile, unintentionally flashing the tiny white knives in her mouth. "I think I got attacked by something... My head hurts and I don't remember much... Where are we going again?" She said with an awkward shrug.