Curiously, he seems somewhat relaxed after giving her another once over. Some men get that way in the company of a beautiful woman, but Senka knows well she isn't one of those, so perhaps the way she holds herself is familiar to him in some way. Still wary from the hallucinations, but comfortable enough to offer her a drink.

Hmm.

She slides her wine glass over. Her hands are rough and callused, and there are a number of burn scars peppered across the skin.

"Such a gentleman, and I don't even know your name. More of that lovely red, if you please."

Thus far, he's been quiet and polite. Hasn't acted offended that she didn't immediately jump to help him, either. Perhaps the sort of man who knows kindness from strangers tends to come with stringers, or perhaps too wary and off balance to truly think about it one way or the other. Still, the way he holds himself is familiar; he's keeping a close watch on things, and on her. If he's carrying a weapon, it's something small and easily concealed. To be expected, really. But he doesn't seem to have armor on, which would have been the greater concern.

Senka doubts she would be able to take him except by surprise. She has a knife hidden up her sleeve, but no gun and her brothers are long gone. She can fight, as most smugglers can, but it's not her speciality and she prefers to win this sort of thing from a distance, and without broken bones.

Of course, he might just be a polite stranger and no threat at all.

Perhaps. Perhaps not. She'll wait and see.