Lee spun around as she tried to keep her eye on the pixie, not quite completely able to quash the delight of seeing the trail of sparkles. So the tiny woman was indeed a pixie. Weird.
It took her a second or two to decipher the language of charades that the tiny woman used, but not much longer. "Oh. I'm--I used to be an angel." She spoke quietly, reluctantly. "Not so much anymore. Still not completely human, though. I'm Lee."
She figured she wasn't going to get a name from the pixie. Not with the language difference. But hey, whatever. It wasn't every day you met a pixie.