[Mungo had been something that'd popped into his head just now, but he's not sure that suits either, really. He purses his lips slightly as he turns his attention back to the nug, who seems...well, Jamie has no idea how he seems. So he shifts his arms back a little, using them to prop himself up so he can lean back more comfortably.]

Not sure. How do ye know if one of the beasties likes something or not? They're, ah...well, they're not one of the more expressive beasties I've seen, unless ye count that noise they make.

[Izzy, though. Now that could be a possibility, but it's one that comes with a couple of questions, and he glances over to Clara, curiously.]

Izzy? Aye, maybe. But what makes ye think he's a girl?