The cat's features drooped when she heard the Orc speak to her. It was only inevitable that she would have to reveal herself, but having someone else look through her so casually... she couldn't help but feel disappointed in herself for slipping up. Still, seeing as the Orc appeared to be on the way out this did present an interesting opportunity. With a hop, Maza jumped down from the arm she was perched on and placed one of her paws on the Orc's leg. A small red glow flowed from her leg to the Orc; it was a spell of her own devising, a more elaborate Noise spell that could create the illusion of speech. A necessity for someone such as her. Concentrating, she chose her words carefully; they came in a typical Khajiit voice, though with an odd undertone that spoke of the Imperial Province. She tried to keep her "speech" in short, terse sentences to conserve magicka. Nothing was worse than ending a conversation early because of a lack of magicka.
Sage Mazathad-Dra, delighted. This one, a Khajiit. In fact, she is here for that exact reason. This one takes it that you are about to head out? Perhaps it would be wise to bring Mazathad-Dra along on the ascent. She has heard that the steps become dangerous at night and she is quite a skilled mage.