dreameater

Her ears slicked back as he spoke.. mumbled, rather, with the look of a wounded animal almost. He offered something. Her eyes narrowed, then she realized. A name? Ah-ran? Aran..? Most likely and soon he dissolved into noises. Her ears pinned a bit more and she tensed -- visibly so, as if to say enough with her lips threatening to curl back. Point taken and she prepared to approach this differently so long as he stopped mewling at her like that.

Communication certainly could have simplified this, but she could cope. He seemed plenty capable of body language, so at least he had that. He was not entirely hopeless, she would just have to be more particular with what she asked when it came to finding out information about him and what he intended to do with his time before her. "Do you seek a home?" she asked, staring intently at him as she decided to start there of all places -- the one that could possibly benefit her in some way if such were the case. This way, he could indicate a simple yes or no, and she would go from there. All she'd need is a shake of his head.