Zellira narrowed her eyes at this man's attempt to shrug off her question. She put a piece of meat to cook over the fire regardless. She hissed at the stranger's request for a name. "My name at least, is of no concern to you." she snapped hissing under her breath. Various profanities rang inside her head. She shrugged and aimed a glare at the stranger, who seemed mildly amused by her frustration. She would have to at least try to be decent to this man, whoever he was. "Zellira. My name is Zellira" she muttered, poking the fire with the green wood of her stick. A burst of acrid smoke snapped up from under the green wood, the sap still running in it's wood igniting savagely. She figured if this man decided to attack, false pretences wouldn't help her much. She dropped her cloak over a pile of rubble and tightened the bandages on her back, holding her sword ready as she sat down, tensed to jump at any moment. Somehow she knew she wouldn't be sleeping tonight.