Salinas lowered her shirt and turned to note the people she had displayed her tattoo to seem to have terrified expressions upon their faces. She turned to face the other direction only to see the veritable titan of a man. She found his extreme height almost dizzying. His canines reminding her of a great wolf or bear, and his speech was difficult to decipher, as she spoke very little lower Gothic from this world. she thinks she knew what the man said. The expression on his face showing some interest in her. Though honestly she was slightly intimidated, slightly? No very intimidated. She was a good foot and a half shorter then him at least, and several hundred pounds smaller. But he didn't seem to be saying anything threatening. Salinas looked him over and then stared for a moment. "Ummm...." She gyrated her hips for a moment, "Dance?" She repeated the word believing she knew what it meant. It did seem she understood what he was asking but she held out her hand as if waiting for him to lead. She did not know what dances were appropriate her. At home a dance involved the shaking of hips, close dances, a passions. She knew how to work it among fellow Nazcans but she knew the rest of the Imperium had a far more puritan culture, the dances were ones she didn't know for sure. "I," she said pointing her free hand at her face "Salinas of Nazca," she said to introduce herself in a thickly accented form of Gothic. A smattering of Upper Gothic grammar and syntax but a word of Lower Gothic loaned words. All her words wrapped with a smile upon her now red tinged cheeks from wine.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>