Following her words, a staring contest ensued. It went on so long that Warja had half a mind to make faces at him. She was fairly certain he understood her; if he hadn't he would have made some other attempt to communicate. No, the kind of guy who remained perfectly silent was the type to do it for kicks.
He had an assortment of metal bits stuck to him, which was weird, but what was truly weird (or maybe just...gross) was how messy his overall appearance was. Did he have rabies or something? What kind of sickness kept one from, you know, bathing at the very least? He had flaky dead skin stuck to him in nasty patches and frozen snot hanging from his nose thing. Really, just the sight of him made her want to drag him to a river and scrub all the yuck off of him...and then bathe herself in case he was contagious.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, the gesture silently asking the question 'Well?' in the hopes of earning a response. "I know you're not deaf." He'd turned to look at her before she'd asked her question. "And I'm guessing you don't need help." A lie. Clearly he needed help bathing. "Unless...you'd like assistance taking those metal bits out?" And then, while she was at it, she may as well give him a bath...or at the very least point him in the direction of the nearest river.
