She curled herself down low. Her head twisting against her chest, chin down, as if to bow to him and his words; but really, the girl was trying to hide the tiny grimace that appeared there upon her face. She grit her teeth - and in the next moment, was smiling at him; her eyes gleaming sickly yellow.
"Oh, how kind," Roz all but purred. Her face melted in to a look of surprise, of subtle glee, as if it were enchanting that someone would take such an interest in her. But she knew - one of the fools that harassed her had also ratted on her behaviour. She would deal with them later.
"But non, I am fine. I am trè bon." Her head shook from side to side, eager to dissuade this man from further inquiry. She reached towards him with her pointed face and tried to lick at his chin; her over-the-top behaviour something that carried her through many situations. Perhaps this display would calm his thoughts.
The spider only wished to be left to her own devices. To spin her web and feast until spring arrived.
"Sir, who.." Roz could be meek, if that made things easier. The swarthy girl took on such an attitude now, holding herself low as she murmured questions. "Who was so... Concerned? I am new here and I," Shy eyes. Drifting gaze. Looking to her paws and to the shadows askance, then back again. "I do not know names." If she could force a blush she would, however, woe was she - wolves held no such ability.