She followed him to the door and stepped inside. She heard him talking but wasn't exactly listening intently. She stretched and then crossed her arms. "To be quite honest I don't care why it was urgent that you got me out of there. You acted as if I was in danger but to be quite honest I could take care of myself if need be. Thank you for allowing me here though, I do appreciate it." She dropped her satchel to the floor and knelt down and start sifting through it. It was small but held a surprising amount of items. She pulled out some bread and butter, which had also been stolen from the farm along with a small leather bound book, a quill, a wooden plate and goblet, a blanket and the bag itself. She sat at one of the tables and started to tear the bread apart so she could dip it in the butter then she looked back at him. "Do you mind which room I take and what I do or are you just planning on trusting some woman you just met on the street with your entire life source?" She looked him up and down and found it odd that he would randomly help her. Not many people who wander around the streets at dark seem trustworthy. Now she was just messing with his mind and seeing how trusting he really is, how gullible. He hadn't even asked for a name or where she came from or why she wasn't wearing the women's clothing. Most men would be filled with questions, but he just asked if she wanted sleep. "I'll sleep, and yes, your life is no longer being threatened."