There wasn't any blood, and reading from the books in the library, she knew what to look for in the red colouring. On his head was nothing but hair, and his health - or at least, his lack of any visible injury - was easier for her to tell than anything about strength.

"To my eyes, you appear as fit as any human-passing serjin onboard." It's a compliment, or meant as one, given with a slight bow of the head. Her long, thin-shaped fingers more like claws coming to rest over one another on her lap.

"Were you in need of assistance? I have limited training inside the kitchens of my country," she shares. Despite the stiff way that she speaks, her voice is light, calm. "Our foods are different, but I have been learning the tools of this kitchen. The names of ingredients."

Whichever it was he was presumably looking for.