As much as she was sometimes viewed by others as a shrinking violet these days, Aurora wasn't as easily frightened by physical threats as most would assume. Psychological? Sure, yes, all day. There was a reason that she couldn't stay in the same apartment complex as other Pixies.
But physical threats? Not so much. After what she went through, and possibly more importantly, after over two decades of being taught in a gym by old, experienced fighters who knew just enough about her to want to prevent whatever had happened to her before from happening to her again, Aurora was relatively comfortable defending herself.
So when the unfamiliar man growled at her and sat up suddenly, she didn't move, only tilted her head to the side with curiosity shining in her eyes. Aurora watched him look around, taking stock in his surroundings and his things, his easy lie that she likely wouldn't have been able to say, "Good morning, Kanuna." The greeting was returned, serenely, and Aurora took another step so her back was against one of the rows of shelves and slid down so she wouldn't be towering over him. Aurora had always been acutely aware of when people were uncomfortable, and usually had a good sense for how to put them at ease. Her legs cris crossed, gloved hands resting on her knees as she peered at him, "You don't need to lie to me. I used to live in the back of a Church." Of all people, he would have no judgement from her.