The were-lion could understand perfectly well the feeling of being out of one's own element. Though it wasn't often that he would find himself in such a position, he had been there a time or two. How was one supposed to be certain, entirely confident in themselves, when they happened upon a situation that would in a way clash with what they knew? It was a natural reaction to become nervous around strangers, so he hardly took it personal whenever he would encounter someone that shifted slightly beneath his golden-hazel gaze. After all, it wasn't as though he was a slight-framed individual, this much was blindingly obvious. While he was far from the tallest man he'd seen, his older brother even having a handful of inches in height over Roman, but he certainly wasn't the "short and stout" type. He was well-built, his relatively muscular arms and broad shoulders, making it evident that the man was rather fit. It wasn't a difficult task for him, though, his vagabond lifestyle more often than not demanding that he maintain a powerful physical state of being. He's trekked up steep mountains for miles, walked across gaping valleys and through dense forests, these places having served as his temporary home for days or weeks at a time. Because of his near-constant moving from one place to another, alongside the typical odd jobs which usually entailed varying degrees of physical labor that others weren't as capable of carrying out, it truly was to be expected that the were-lion would have the muscle mass and prowess entirely needed to survive in perhaps the only fashion he knows how to.

For him, the wilderness had always been more of a comfort than the rickety hotel rooms he would also be known to occupy every so often whenever money would allow it. Although he most definitely wasn't opposed to bathing in a stream or sleeping beneath an open night sky full of glittering stars, there was also a reasonable comfort to be found in a nice, hot shower and an actual bed - even if hotel mattresses weren't typically the most comfortable. And, as such, the were-lion's social life has been... well, lackluster if not nonexistent beyond the casual, impersonal conversation pertaining to directions on the destination he sought. It wasn't as though Roman was opposed to the idea or concept of companionship. In fact, when he'd met the faces from his previous stay in this city, he had been rather contented in those easy conversations and simple company. It had helped ease the melancholy from his heart whenever thoughts of his family would linger longer than normal. Having allowed himself to forge friendships with the she-wolf and the red panda had given the man a nearly forgotten sense of belonging somewhere. It had been almost enough to keep him within the city limits of Sacrosanct... and yet, still the calling had found him, and he'd vanished from the bustling streets and once-friendly faces. He hadn't expected to feel such regret and loss, those very emotions all too close to what he felt during those homesick moments spent in a quiet, unfamiliar hotel room or within the normally soothing embrace of nature miles from any town.

Even if he hadn't seen her subtle fidgeting, the warmth that brushed her fair-skinned cheeks, or the nervousness that colored her words, Roman could sense the uncertainty falling from the petite woman in waves. Was it his tall, strong stature? Did she know that he was were? Or, perhaps, was it simply that he was male? Then again, he could also sense a tiredness clinging to her slender frame, see it beneath the shy expression on her pretty face. There were questions forming there within his thoughts, but he says none of them for now as he settles into the chair that she'd gestured at only a moment ago. Having been raised and taught to be respectful and mindful of those whose homes he would enter, he accepts her offer of a drink, golden-hazel eyes watching her for a moment as she shuffles through her cabinets. He tries not to let his gaze linger for long, though, instead deciding it was best that he admire the small yet comfortable and modernly decorated space. After all, watching her was only bound to make her more uneasy, and the were-lion was hopeful that he might be able to give her some semblance of comfort, or at least manage to lessen her nervousness a little. So, when he breaks the tense silence, deciding perhaps that he should apologize for the lingering unease, the blush upon her cheeks as she quickly assures him there was no need for an apology and in turn offers one of her own. His eyes soften empathetically, but before he can say anything, she begins to explain the why it was the room had been vacant, and there's some relief in hearing that her last roommate as also male.

"It's alright, no need to apologize. I understand how it feels to be out of your element. I know I am", he says kindly, offering her a reassuring smile as he notices fiddling with the hem of her shirt now. Almost innately, he wished for a way to help her feel more comfortable, and yet, he hardly knew how or where to begin, where the line might be... He'd just have to hope that, with time, she would settle so that he might not feel the subtle worry of saying the wrong thing to her."I am also familiar with what it's like trying to make ends meet", he remarks regarding the reason for why he was here, the room. Being a rogue and vagabond, money was always something he only ever had just enough of, but never really more than he needed. The rich aromas of coffee fill the kitchen, the were-lion watching as Miya moves to grab a couple coffee cups, filling one before bringing it to him."Thank you very much", he says graciously, retrieving the cup and bringing it to his lips, thankful for the warmth of the roasted drink. Soon, she joins him, settling into the chair across from him, blinking soft eyes like rich milk chocolate, the petite woman accepting his compliment, revealing now her where it was that she worked and stating that she wasn't often home."That must be a demanding job, whatever it is that you do there. But I'm sure that it is also very rewarding", he says casually, his words warm and entirely genuine. Whether she was a nurse, receptionist, doctor, or therapist, he couldn't imagine how difficult such a career could be.

She says his name then as he takes another sip of his coffee, golden-hazel eyes noticing the flush finding her fair skin once more before she asks him to tell her about himself. This much he expected, of course. And, if all went well, perhaps she might feel a little more comfortable with him. At least, this was his hope anyway."Well, I've lived almost my entire life in eastern and northern Africa, spent most of it living as a drifter with my family until several years ago, and I have five siblings", he replies casually. Although he had always been protective of his family and cautious as to whom he told about them, Roman was fairly certain that this much information about them should be reasonable. It was more than what most who asked after that very intimate part of his world were given. In a world of uncertainties, he could never forgive himself if those hunters who'd tracked his family for decades somehow obtained any information about them. Equally so, if they found him here in the city, he worried for those he spoke about his family with, and the last thing he wanted was for Miya to be in any danger. He also would not be able to forgive himself if anything happened to her."As for work, I suppose you could say I'm a handyman. I've survived doing odd jobs where I can find them, anything from general physical labor to repairing homes or vehicles", he continues, baritones honest and relaxed as he answers her perfectly reasonable inquiry."I intend on looking for something more stable, though", he adds truthfully before taking another sip of coffee.

He wanted Miya to know that if he were to rent this room, he would ensure that his income would be steady. Roman waits patiently now, offering a reassuring smile, prepared to answer any of her other questions that she likely had for him.