Serlya filed<em>them</em>away for future reference. Not much in the way of information, but maybe enough. "No, no I'm not one of them. I'm one of us," she said in the Elven tongue. Clearly not an elf herself, she was nonetheless clearly more fluent in the language than any human had any right to be, choosing word and inflection in such a way to imply a newfound kinship in the word<em>us</em>, rather than a familiar relationship. "As for what you can do, you can let me buy you a drink and tell me somethings about yourself."