"Omph!" The sound of surprise left Aislinn's lips as she collided solidly into something that had stepped in her pathway. The young woman stumbled backwards, only to trip over the uneven stones underfoot. With her precious balance lost, there was little to stop her from landing solidly upon her ground, her butt hardly cushioning her fall as she groaned softly at the fleeting pain from the impact of her human body and the less than kind cobblestone. Slowly, her glacier hued irises turned upwards to stare, blankly, at the man who seemed just as surprised as she was. Really? Had he not been looking where he was walking?! His hand reached out to her, an apology already upon his lips before his very proximity began to speak volumes of what he was. It was hardly his existence as a Dark Hunter that so perturbed her. Aislinn had met their kind before. In a way, they were akin to her - those who damned the impure to the hell they deserved for their soul's plight. A virgin Hunter was the apex of immaculateness, which was everything he most certainly was not. He reeked with the stench of death, with the blackness of chaotic derangement. The vile, desecrated man was about to touch her.

Immediately Aislinn scooted back from his outstretched hand, her soprano voice near akin to a hiss as she forbade him from even letting a finger caress her unsullied flesh. The very force behind her words seemed to prompt a level of astonishment upon his features - the very likes of which seemed to prompt him to freeze. How typical. Men so often were blind to their own demise with their baseless justifications to whatever depraved acts they had committed. This was why her race was so close to extinction. Her gaze narrowed as she watched his hands drop to his side and quickly, Aislinn rose with a hint of resplendent pride within her staggered movements. After spending nearly a century within her true form, it sometimes took a moment for the woman to regain some hint of grace to her gangly limbs. Hands and feet were so terribly awkward in comparison to the hooves she was accustomed to. Her brow arched as she listened to the promise on her lips, the young woman was hardly impressed even by the sight of his palms in a universal gesture of mock innocence.

Her arms crossed over her chest, her palms pressed against her forearms in some pathetic attempt to hold herself and chase away the chill from her skin. A shiver filled her feminine figure, the action seemingly obvious as the man who had walked into her shrugged off his jacket, only to offer it to her. For a moment, Aislinn merely stared at it...and then at him....and then back at it, the girl attempted to decide if touching it might transfer some of his...contamination. Hesitantly, Aislinn reached out for the jacket, careful to ensure that she didn't touch his hand as she took the woolen peacoat. Cautiously, the young woman pulled it around her shoulders, it was far warmer than the aged dress she wore. For a moment, she inspected the sleeves and the heavy material, it seemed decently made really, nothing like the cheap vibrantly colored fur she'd seen some of the women pass by wear. This...was acceptable. Her decision of such caused her to clutch it closer towards her figure as her gaze turned upwards towards the man to answer those questions she had ignored up until this point. "No, I am not lost. I just...don't know where I am..yet." She clarified, her gaze swept over the park with vague inquisitiveness. It was the prospect of going somewhere 'safe', however, that caused Aislinn to pause. She knew what he was asking of her, some home with four walls and a roof where she'd be warm and safe with some family or friends or loved one. It was a quaint idea, but such had not been the life for the unicorn in sometime. "I am not from here." She responded with a sigh, "...so I do not have a...safe place to go to." Aislinn paused, only to repeat again the same word that she'd utilized to end her earlier sentence. "...yet."