That's completely fine!
Tinker Bell released the woman's hair, and landed once more on the arm of the bench, where she was able to look up at the woman, folding her arms over her chest. She huffed, then waited, tilting her head in wonder when the woman didn't even do so much as swat at her. Well that was no fun at all. If they had been at Mermaid Lagoon, Tink definitely would've pushed the woman into the water to let the mermaids deal with her. There was something about this woman, however, as much resemblance to Wendy as she bore, that was different. She didn't seem confrontational, which allowed Tink to be even more curious. If she didn't want to fight, what did she want?
When the woman spoke to her, Tink took off into the air again, hovering gently in the night air, looking at the face of the woman with her tiny eyes. She blinked, and lifted her hand up with her palm facing outward, almost as a sign of peace. Maybe this woman wasn't so bad after all, but Tink still didn't trust her entirely. She flitted about, backin up some, her wings carrying her on the breeze. Her white gown floated around her tiny body and it was tattered with dirt and was almost threadbare. Tink didn't seem to notice however, too concerned with why this woman was being so peaceful. She needed a translator terribly. She understood human speak, and she could respond accordingly, without words. This woman wouldn't understand her anyway.