If the circumstances had been better, Damita would of taken to exploring the space within the tent, allowing herself the luxury of asking questions about some of the various things he had. Instead she allowed the things to be meaningless to her for the moment, head falling to the side so that her cheek touched against her shoulder as her attention shifted back to Toho. He was not unattractive, though he was not talkative either; no one seemed to be, offering no more words than they absolutely had to.<br/><br/>Cinnamon gaze flicked down so that she could examine his necklace, the Spanish girl wandering closer before she knelt down, studying the necklace. It was excellent workmanship, a lovely piece that had attracted her eyes to his neck long before he’d taken it off. Hugging her arms around herself, Damita rested her bottom against her heels, Toho’s words heard but not replied to at the moment. She finally moved, seating herself properly on the ground, her back still stiff from the ride. Lips were set in a thin line, her expression plainly miserable as she finally thought of a single question.<br/><br/>“What place do I have here? Among your people, I mean,” She questioned, gaze finally locking with Toho’s – It was plain to see she wanted an honest answer, not a sugar-coated one.<br/>