He wasn't a barbarian.  She could see it in his eyes, the way he payed attention to her words, even as obvious it was that he couldn't understand a one.  That was a relief.   She wouldn't have known how to deal with a true neanderthal.   Then again, a true neanderthal wouldn't be trying to make conversation with her, he'd be trying to slit her throat, so she figured that she was better off in more ways than one.<br/><br/>He tried grabbing for her weapon, but Ivory quickly took a step back and readied her guard up once more. It didn't matter to her that he had a pretty smile, or that he was apparently unaggressive.  She would be a fool if she allowed a stranger to handle her weapon, and to leave herself unarmed.  And Ivory Dove was no fool.  She didn't know this man, and just because he smiled, and spoke calmly, didn't mean he was trustworthy.  For all she knew this was an elaborate trap to gain her trust, and cause her to lower her guard.<br/><br/>She was surprised when she all but crashed into him with her book, though she supposed she should have predicted such an outcome.  If he wasn't able to understand her when she said hello, how was he supposed to understand her when she told him to stay put?<br/><br/>Still; she could an all too good feel of his abdomen in the process.  The Lunar, which was what he obviously was, due to the tattoos, was extremely muscular; and the feel of him pressed against her, as momentary as it was, had her flushing a light red all over again.<br/><br/>Quickly backing away, Ivory goes about rattling off greetings in a few dozen more languages, before she finally notices the Lunar offering out his hands, wanting the book.<br/><br/>"Oh! Good idea." She complements lightly before handing him the language book.  He'd be able to find his own language.