Strange markings, a language that assailed his ears which brought no comprehension and wild eyes that darted all around the small interior. Who WAS this woman? And why on earth did she insist on revealing herself? That would be the first order of business.<br/><br/>He held his arms parallel to the ground, palms up. Slowly retreating backwards, he reached behind him to one of the nightstands and found the blanket draped across it. Retrieving the item, he then walked forward, extending it to her while leaving about ten feet of room between the two.<br/>"I do not know if you can understand me..." He began in the native tongue, his deep, rumbling voice kept at a peaceable decibel.<br/>"But if you can, please take this and cover yourself. I will not hurt you. You were wounded and I brought you here so you would not freeze to death." He couldn't help but chuckle to himself inwardly. This would all be babble to her if she couldn't understand him, but the gesture he was still engaged in would hopefully deter some of her frantic worry. He reached forward a bit more, continuing:<br/>"My name is Sasami Miyakami. Can you tell me what yours is?" Just outside his door came scratching. He continued to hold out the blanket as he moved to the door, opening it to reveal a rather snow matted dog. It wasn't a hefty thing, about fifty pounds and three feet long, but it's strong muscled gleamed against the fireplace. It walked to the fireplace, melting snow dripping off of it's now visible auburn colored coat. It scratched at the floor for a moment before settling in front of the fireplace, ears flattening against it's head. It looked up at Sasami with a bemused expression, then to the woman. It's eyes narrowed before looking to the fireplace.