Threat Check

A look of cold scrutiny would form upon the features of the granite pelted man. With such an expression, her own began to mold into something a little less open. Amethyst optics would narrow in the slightest, any facade of friendliness upon her lips gone in an instant. Resting bitch-face, the chronic disease that plagued her more often than not. She held his stare, and he let out a grunt, with a questioning inflection at the end. Gods above, they were all bloody fucking morons. Was it so hard to learn the tiniest bits of other languages? She was trying her best here, but they weren't even attempting to make learning a new language easy at all. A soft snort would escape her, mildly irritated by the uncouth minds of these natives. The common tongue was still unfamiliar, and she was loathe to use it. "Said, hello." She muttered, low melodies thick as molasses with foreign syllables caught in her throat.

Celestial tail tip would flick in annoyance, gaze drifting from the other for a few moments. What had she done to deserve this? Sure, running away from one's own death could be seen as deserving of bad karma, but this was just plain torture. Damn the gods and their infallible minds. "You are tribesman, yes?" She grunted, returning her ethereal look to his dark features. Frosted optics were interesting, but she paid them little mind. Critical amethyst stare would flick over his form again, noting hardened muscle and wary stance. "Leader?" She would offer casually, brow quirking inquisitively. The cosmic goliath was merely interested, maybe she could find something of interest in the mind of this stranger, should she find herself able to pick through it at her leisure soon. It would be nice, to have a better idea of what this place was really like. She had but a ghost of an image now, as helpful as a rock in an avalanche.