Her eyes opened and then she scowled at the man. "So they are..." She thought of the 8 legs of the spiders of the Patriarchy and the 8 legs of a Scorpion. Aside from her speaking being middle grade in the common language she also hadn't spent a lot of time out of the Patriarchy in her life. So she was proficient in their language and their creatures. Her time in the desert had only meant that she encountered a scorpion once but saw them rarely. Most of the Scorpions in the desert where her mother and father lived were nocturnal and only few came out in the day so although she knew the creature and could liken characteristics of it, she didn't know everything about it. She hated to admit it though and even more so she hated the fact that the Skinwalker hadn't been so foolish. He was known for his vigilance and his knowledge. She supressed her rage and tried not to feel so much like an idiot and just kept silent as she glared at him. She saw him go across the plains and go his own route to the next town, that was fine by her. She on the other hand was gobsmacked but shook it off. "8 legs..."