Hazel eyes set in a badly-scarred face glanced at Mai but avoided her gaze.  [Her teeth are those of a human], the man thought, considering.  The general public was unaware that magic existed.  They did not know that vampires, werewolves and wizards were not just beings of fiction, and despite the many that regulary attended church services, they had no incling that demons sometimes walked among them.  Those who were aware of the fantastical and dangerous world beneath the surface kept it secret.  He had an inkling that he was dealing with someone who was from that world, and she had deliberately let the mask slip a little by her actions so far.  Then again, everything he had witnessed so far could also be explained by the mundane.<br/><br/>Yet if she was unaware of the fantastical, then there would be no reason she would seek him out.  So what could explain how calm she seemed as a stranger climbed into her car?  Surely, this woman in front of him must be  dangerous in her own right to be behaving this way.  That, or so foreign to this world as to not think him strange, though he doubted that very much.<br/><br/>He decided to let his mask slip a little, as well.  If she was of the mundane, he would simply sound like a raving madman.  No great loss.  When he spoke to her this time, it was in Vietnamese.  He had a bit of an accent, but not an American one.  It was slight,  and one could not recognize his native tongue from it.  "{I know not your circumstances and so make no lasting promise, but I may be able to provide you with shelter for the night.  Once you are safe, perhaps a deal could struck between us for more, although I have not yet fulfilled the first request you spoke to me.  Tell me, Stranger, before we drive anywhere - who and what are you, or at least, who and what would you like me to believe you are for the night?  What sort of hunters should I anticipate are looking for you, and do you have any... special dietary needs?  And...}" he decided to be blunt "{do you need to be restrained overnight?"}<br/><br/>The smell of charred flesh continued to hang in the air as they sat in the idling car.  He wondered, vaguely, if she were a fire mage and would try to incinerate him, too.  Quietly, he reached into the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and closed his hand around a shaker of salt he kept in there at all times.  This was just a notion, though.  He did not really think she would have let him into her car if it was her intention to set him on fire.