"I see." Susan made her reply carefully, watching the curious creature on her desk. She made no movement as he nosed about, letting him take his time about figuring her out. She wasn't surprised to hear him speak; a little time watching him take her measure made it fairly clear he was intelligent, or at least sentient. It was interesting that his speech sounded just like that of humans, however. The only time she'd ever run into that particular phenomenon was with a grimy little terrier named Gaspode. A talking dog was unusual even in the great city of Ankh-Morpork; a talking stoat was equally unusual in Potts Tower.
"I am pleased to meet you both," she said, giving a nod to both the girl and her companion. "Could one of you explain to me about what a daemon is? I've read your file, but I think you would do a better job telling me what's what, as you are yourselves and a file is mostly bits of paper."