A pirate's life for me

The man looked at her like she was a log, and honestly Sparrow decided it was better that way. It was more fun to not think, first of all, but it was also a better surprise for them when they learned she COULD, in fact, think. He did give up that it was simply cold out and he didn't live here, then returned the question and Sparrow shrugged, "Well, same I guess, but that's so boring. I was kinda hopin' you were one of the guys who drew these things on the wall." She gestured to the cave paintings. She'd seen something kind of similar, but still wasn't any better at feeling like she could interpret them. "See, that one looks kinda like you!" she pointed to literally the most generic wolf on the painting. They all looked the same. "And looks like you're fighting a uh..." She looked at the large tusked beast with its stupid snake-nose thing raised in the air. "Well, whatever it is, looks pretty tasty." Sparrow flashed the man a grin, half expecting him to snap at her for her banter. "Name's Sparrow by the by. Don't worry- you don't have to tell me yours. I assume when the snow calms down we'll go on our merry way- me with my pirate band and you with uhh-" she motioned back to the mammoth in the painting, "- With the big guy here."