Inclining her head slightly to the left, she smirked.<br/>"No, I'm sure there are glasses around here somewhere but what good are they if you don't like wine? But I shall presume you do." She retorted, raising her left eyebrow; her wide smile waning. Perhaps he did want to be left alone, but he had not told her to cease, rather he had humoured her odd gesture and so she took it as a sign to continue. Leaving her belongings at the table, she went off in search of some glasses. The rustic kitchen had remained just as it had been before she had left, and so with ease she located two wine glasses and a corkscrew. Returning to the table to seat once more before him she uncorked the wine; pouring a glass for herself and then sliding an empty glass toward him.<br/>"Help yourself, it's Ribolla Gialla, I hear it's produced in Trinidad and Tobago. I also hear it's got floral notes." She shrugged. "Though I won't ever profess to being a connosisseur on such things."<br/><br/>Taking a sip, she inhaled the light acidic fragrance before remembering she hadn't introduced herself.<br/>"I seem to have forgotten my manners, I'm Jasmine." She nodded politely. "You must forgive me, years spent on the road puts me out of touch with what the normal social etiquette is; it changes from place to place. I daresay you find me odd, but thank you for humouring me all the same."