A wide eyed gasp at the profanity, and then in typical child fashion hysterical laughter. The motions made it obvious that it was a laugh but the sound was just more of that delicate bell ringing.
This as not a typical person, not at all. Tink knew people, and pirates, and mermaids and all manner of fa folk but this one was new. She smelled...like sunshine and clouds and something...silvery. She was not at all human and that raised the already naturally curious pixies level of interest up a few notches.
Tink fluttered up from her seat, tea abandoned as the woman talked. She had complemented her house, which meant whatever she was she had come from good manners. Tink burst into a small explosion of sparkles and zoomed around the woman. Partly a thank you and partly to discover what she was. she returned to the front and hovered, head canted to the side only a few inches before her. Arms folded and a look of question on her face. She pointed at her own wings and then herself, and then pointed at the woman and shrugged. Translation I know what I am..what are you?