Kala almost wanted to cringe as the creature winked at her, as if they shared some inside joke.  But she did not move, keeping herself perfectly still.  Flinching would insinuate fear and insinuating or showing any sort of fear could be dangerous.  She watched with silence as he poured some sort of liquid from a pewter jug into two glasses.  Crap.  He was going to offer her a cup.  What would she do?  Kalab had told her not to drink of anything.<br/><br/>His voice greeted her ears once more as he began to speak again, speaking about what the boy had done as if he truly felt sorry for her.  She knew better.  He was being coy, he was trying to get her to trust him.  Or perhaps he was simply toying with her, enjoying the fact that he was making her uncomfortable.  When he brushed against one of the skeletons, if she hadn't known better, it almost seemed like it had cringed from him itself.  Or maybe she didn't know better.  Who knew?<br/><br/>When he spoke of them watching to laugh at her sport, at having been left as a lady defenseless and hungry to wander the woods.  She decided perhaps for now, it was best to play that 'defenseless creature' role and play along til she could figure out what to do.  "Who said anything about this lady being defenseless?"  She said with a coy smile that curved her lips, surely just as fake as the one that graced his own.<br/><br/>She drew in a sharp inaudible breath as he suddenly lifted one of the cups before her.  "There's no doubt of that, but to be perfectly honest, my mother always told me not to accept strange food and drink from strangers."  She said with a voice that sounded amused and the smile still graced her lips, though she took a small step away from him and the glass all the same.<br/><br/>Her eyes swept to the table, though she kept him in her line of vision, as if taking interest in what he had just said about joining the dead.  "I think I'll continue standing.  I'm sure they have nothing too much of interest to say.  I've heard they haven't had company in quite some time."  She said in an off hand casual voice, as if she were having a conversation with the next door neibor.  She really wanted this creature to leave, but he seemed perfectly intent to stay.  She wasn't sure what he wanted from her, she didn't even know him.  What could he possibly want from her?