Illya shrugs. When he’s on high alert he is very careful with his words and how he phrases things, especially when he’s using a language that isn’t his own. But right now he’s just having what is meant to be a friendly conversation with someone he’s getting to know, so he’s not surprised she nudges him when she notices him trailing off.

“I know how to let people know I’m not interested.” By glaring at them, mostly. “But I was just wondering- you’re pretty. And a woman. Just wondering if it’s safe for someone like you to wander this places alone- what if someone doesn’t take no for an answer?”