At least it's an elf that isn't running around in finery and complaining about it, acting too big for their britches. The last few that she's run across have all been like that, and irritated the hell out of her. Knife-ears are as lowly as dusters, aren't they? They don't get to dress all high-and-mighty.

The sound of munching and the sight of those crackers sets her stomach to rumbling, though, and she loses track of her thoughts. While the elf with big ears is distracted, she'll set those sticky fingers to work and snag a few for herself. No one notices a ragged dwarf girl, at least not at home. She doubts it'll be much different in this new weird place on the surface.