She nodded, in answer to the first. It wasn’t true, but he didn’t need to know that. Didn’t need to be in any danger. The tension slowly slid out of her body; she couldn’t sense the hunter, and this man was a puzzle. A slight frown creased her brow, and she lifted a hand toward him, like she would touch his face.
“My nahme is Dimitri Baranovsky. I wohrk here,” he gestured to the store before looking at her. “Doh yoh have ah nahme?” he asked and when he saw her hand reaching for his face; he leaned down a little bit to let her touch him. He had younger sisters that when they were younger, they had been interested in his scruff.
She nodded again, then put her fingers to her throat and shook her head. Mostly, she didn’t try to communicate with people, so trying to explain to him that she was mute was a bit difficult.