When she asked about what it was like growing up already knowing this information since young, she was genuinely interested in the thought of growing up with such a normative perspective of all of this history and information. However, while she was genuinely curious and interested, she was a little distracted when his shirt rose a bit, revealing a glimpse of his torso and sculpted abs, similarly matching his face as some smooth, marble sculpture of sorts. Granted, she had seen him completely shirtless the night before, when he had saved her and also when they were in Flannigans where Frankie helped stitched her up and everything. Though, at that time she wasn't really able to appreciate the view as much since her head was full of overwhelmingly new and crazy information, and the adrenaline that was still left in her veins from the panic and rush of the attack. It hard been hard to really focus on much else other than the stories she was told and introduced to as being part of.<br/><br/>Now, however, even though they were stuck on the small island until the storm passed, it wasn't as dire a situation and she was able to really admire the physical attraction she couldn't deny about Jango. And somehow reflections of light off his skin from the glistening water only made it harder to look away from him. Something about him was just so captivating. She was listening to his story about when he first met his spirit and how, though her eyes never left him as he spoke. She watched the moment his tanned skin started to darken, and change colors to that of a more blue hue, and she found herself mesmerized. His mention of having sisters did interest her, and she was curious to know new and small things like that about him, though right now she was more distracted by the way his skin turned color, followed by his eyes turning a light, silvery yellow color. It didn't scare or frighten her in any way, rather, she was more transfixed by the change than anything.<br/><br/>At some point, she didn't even realize when but her fingers were gently trailing along the blue flesh of his biceps, honestly fascinated with the coloration of his skin rather than the muscle, and admiring the unique but distinctly tribal sort of tattoos on his arms, which she seemed to understand a lot better now that she knew about the tribe and it's history. While she'd seen them before, against the blue hue of his skin they almost seemed to come to life, and while admiring the shark-like characteristics, she recalled the blue blur from the night past during the attack. After learning of what he was, she knew it had been from him, but it was still mesmerizing seeing it clearly right in front of her. She'd yet to really see much of what a malie looked like when their spirit took more of a presence. While he had shown her his teeth before last night, the overall image was still transfixing as her eyes eventually locked with his silvery yellow ones. She was aware they had only just met the other day, but she couldn't deny there was this strong attraction to him. Maybe it was mostly just physical and a fascination with malie's since he was the one introducing her to all of this, but she couldn't deny there was this other sort of magnetic pull she felt towards him. She had dated other guys before, but none of them held her interest and pulled her in as much as being around Jango did.<br/><br/>(I think you mentioned he had tattoos, if I'm wrong just ignore that ^^' )