Zeltron of a feather ___ together

[Gar]

Ni had just finished speaking with the tenth batch of politicians for the day and she was beat. She realized that her pitch had become a little easier to make after reciting it for--what would this be?--the 70th time, but it wasn't any less draining. After resting in a bathroom stall for a moment and grumbling, reflecting on her life choices, she suddenly remembered that she had one last stop to make. The Zeltron quickly exited the stall, primped herself in the mirror, and walked toward the Zeltron's base of operation.  It was late in the day, and Ni understood that the politicians usually departed for their homes around this time. However, she was determined to not let this night go to waste. She fortuitously intercepted the group of Zeltros delegates right as they were leaving their office. 

"Hi!!" the Zeltron exclaimed with a wave, skipping alongside them and offering her brightest smile, despite her inner exhaustion, "I'm not sure if you remember or know of me. My name is D'Magren!"