Nimh offered polite albeit flustered nods to the others when they acknowledged her presence. She especially ducked her head when the minotaur began to speak. She had a way of talking that made Nimh feel very small. That might be a problem for her later, but for now it seemed like the larger woman's attention was focused on the man who was groping her with his tail.<br/><br/>She turned her attention back to Damon, who just kept talking. She managed to process most of it, especially picking up on the whole fallen angel bit. That was...well, that was interesting. Monotheism was never in her wheelhouse; her species was once considered to be godlike by the ancients, so worship to her seemed a bit redundant. Not that she saw herself as a goddess or anything.<br/><br/>Nimh found her blush deepening as Damon mentioned something about the quiet ones. Was that directed at her as well, or was he just making conversation? She didn't ask, and instead chose to change the subject.<br/>"I could eat something," she said softly, picking up that Damon was fixated on snacks. "I had to fly the rest of the way here, and that takes a lot out of ya," she made her way to the snack bar, and found herself baffled by the 'exotic' food choices.<br/>No mangoes, no guavas, no papayas. Mangoes especially were her favorite. No, instead they had food that her dad served at parties. Crackers, meats, cheeses...stuff that Western dragons swear by but Nimh found plain at best. Perhaps the meat would be okay? She grabbed a couple pieces of salami and began to chew, finding it fatty but delightful. "Mm...good..." she ate a couple more and turned to Damon. "You said something about...fruit?"