"Ah, a still sells their work...?" In a town called 'Onlihn'. Mayhap "wouldst they have need of another hand in their work?" she mused. If she was to be trapped in this strange place it was best to consider how not to be a burden, and as there was no stillroom to work here well...

"Is Onlihn far?" She slid carefully off the chair to add her hands to the water, though at the offer of some sort of meal she was staring at him, eyes bleeding to gold as a matter of course. Hunger, oh yes, she was a disciplined creature, tending her wounds came first, but conversation might be a bit...ah...there was no food she could identify in that box he opened. It was all strange colors and shining exteriors...?