He had backed down faster than she had expected. Releasing his arm, she figured there would be no reason for him to try to run, if he did she could easily stop him if she felt the need. "In all honesty, I don't even know what the language would be called, it's simply my native tongue. It wasn't until I met Gregory that I had even heard a language different than  my own. Even the travelers had known our language and didn't speak their own around us. I know nothing more about my people from the outside aside from the fact that we were called The Shaman tribe of the West Valley." she said thinking back to the first time she had ever heard an outsider talk about her village.<br/><br/>Cutting through on alley she stopped for a brief second before continuing forward into an old looking gas station. Moving around as if she owned the place she flicked a switch on the back of the cappuccino machine and turned to face him. "Anything you can't find stashed away in grungy little places like this, you apparently don't need to survive." She said pulling a cup from the side of the cabinet and pressing the button for the white chocolate capp. Filling her cup she popped a lid on and pointed to the kitchen. "Remember my friend, there are no rules here nor anyone to lock you up if you go beyond where a customer should." she said pointing to the kitchen.