Redhawk Caldera I've been around for a long, long year

he replies in turn, and her gaze does not waver as she considers him further. he steps a little nearer, she remains impassive. he's young, she thinks, but by no means does this seem to affect his confidence. what she can not immediately disconcert is his motivation; she knows he must have one, and yet it is hardly obvious. a caregiver, a healer, would make the offer he does only because it is what they do, and there is reward, for some, in the act of helping another. this man is no healer, she doubts skull-face has ever cared for another in any capacity. 

"hm," she feigns contemplation, though her features remain set. "does the altruistic healer have a name?" perhaps it is power over another, a stranger, he seeks. she will stall him a little longer; it is her experience that those motivated by control, power, can only keep up a facade so long before they snap. and if not, he's certainly interesting enough to warrant further investigation.