She nods softly, understanding the words' meaning without knowing the words themselves. Strange how some things sound the same no matter what language they are spoken in.
Gently she reaches out her hand to him, not quite touching this time. She would not send him running from her, or into a feral rage, if she could help it. She did not want to confuse him. "Come with me, please, I have.. something I want to show you."