Can't say he recognizes whoever comes strollin' his way. He's in the middle of one of his scheduled snoozes when a new voice rouses him, and one of his eyesockets creaks open. He barely has to straighten himself up at all; why bother, when he knows he's gonna end up pillowing his skull in his folded elbows again?

Quick once-over ascertains some key points. He didn't mingle in the Colosseum or with the influx of monthly-scheduled newbies very much at all, so it ain't a far stretch to assume he just ain't met her. Human, he's guessing, unless this is another one of those exceptions to the general rule.

"Heya." So he's gonna go out on a limb here and guess: "newbie?"