"ThE cOmPanY iS lAcKiNg," she says solemnly, legs swinging idly back and forth.

"Idly" to Del means that they're moving at such a speed as to blur, though if one watches closes he might notice that there's one--or two--too many legs for a biped.

Del doesn't believe in limiting herself. To anything.

"In, Um. ThiNgS. LoTs Of ThiNgS." She nods and looks at her feet. "HyGiEnE aNd SaNiTy AnD MaNnErS AnD, Um. ThInGS. YeS."