The touch made her want to shiver, causing her breath to quicken a little. It was such a familiar touch, something so right in it. But really, perhaps this guy was just a prisoner, or something? Perhaps he was just a great con-man.

She turned and stepped away from him slightly, out of his reach. "Don't" she warned, "you're right, let's see if there's some place for us to clean up. Separately."

Then she paused, thoughtful. "How do you speak their language AND mine?"