Hestia smiled, he seemed cold, spelling up the heat slightly, she gave him a peircing look for a moment. "Do you need a blanket, quilt? I'd offer you tea, but I don't believe you can have any." She said trying to make a joke, all the while trying to deciefer this strange character that she just let into her home.
Something didn't seem right, she had a feeling that doing this was probably a bad idea; but when had she turned someone away before? And it was probably better that he came here instead of next door to the Shelter. She could defend herself, they could not.
"I try not to judge a book..." she said, leaving off the rest of the known cliche, before sitting down across from him herself.