His terminology certainly did not go unnoticed. It was easy to put things with what little she was given. He knew his anatomy fairly well. Perhaps her equivalent amongst the males. She looked at him from where she stood. She noted the pain that he kneaded at and she reached into her satchel and pulled out a flower and plucked the purple petals off of the flower and crushed them between her fingers and easily made a paste. Normally this was more refined, but it was actually more potent as it was. Already she could feel the tips of her fingers tingling towards numbness. It eased pain when it seeped in after a while. She placed her bow on the ground, openly. Where he could see it. A lot of good a quiver of arrows did if you didn't have a bow. "Protocols?" He certainly had humor. Her slipper covered petite feet walked her over to male. "Priestess Gabriella Sylvari." She had little vendetta with personal space. Her profession entailed her being hands on.<br/><br/>"Stay still." She spoke calmly and smeared the paste upon her hand. The tingling sensation spreading to her hand. "It is a flower. That is all, a medicinal herb, or are you afraid?" She challenged him and laid out her hands, showing that there was nothing she was hiding aside from the obvious. She did not really wait for him to do anything. Her hand snaked its way to his shoulder. She looked the male in the eyes as she spoke. "What brings you here? Other than bad landing?" She said taking a quick glance over his shoulder and looking at the debris. Obviously there were no others and if he wished her harm he could have easily done so when she was so close. All the while she wondered what to do with him. She could bring him no harm, not when he posed no threat upon her. However, her sisters would think different. His physique was intriguing. His body was toned. Aside from the scratches and the bruising, nothing else seemed bad. "Alone, on a planet of females, and playing<i>cards</i>. You are bold, I will give you that." A smile unknowingly tugged on the corner of her lips. He wreaked of a rare masculine scent, obviously alien to her home world. When done she cleaned off her and walked over to the bag and pulled out a fruit and held it out for him to eat. Distrust wouldn't have been a surprise so she bit into the sweet and slightly tart fruit. Eating the bite and handing it of to him, proving it wasn't poisonous.