It is a dangerous gamble for a simple witch like her to show up in the midst of so many preternatural creatures. She knows where she is and she knows what they are and while she does not hold any sort of dislike towards them she also is wary. These are creatures that were tapped into a more animalistic side of themselves. Those instincts were more primal and more volatile by extension. Even some of the witches she knew, who were tapped into the elements, could find themselves consumed by their own power. She had chosen a route that was not so flamboyant of her powers. It was her niche, and she fell back on her powers when needed but truly times were not so desperate as they had been hundreds of years ago. What witches fixed and controlled back then, now humanity had made new technology to do for themselves. In a way she often thought witchcraft was outdated, but then again humans did know everything and they could not heal with a simple touch like she could. Some might say she had a duty to help others but it wasn't like many others had ever helped her, so she met in the middle. Help them while helping herself.

This market that she was trying to cultivate was a delicate thing. She knew were's were known for their healing capabilities and as such some might see her tinctures as a waste of their time and resources. She might even get bitten or some shit on this strange ship but she was willing to take the risks because she was sure that if she managed to get a spot that this could become a lucrative place. Power was one thing, but she could put power into her own hands by making herself a valuable resource. As long as she didn't get eaten before then. Sorcha was crafty though and her lean body might seem soft in certain lights but she knew how to fight - knew enough to get her ass out of here if needed. It would piss her off to have to leave behind her heavy backpack with all her hard work but that was a risk she had to take, one she had accepted the moment she had set a foot up the ramp.

Beneath the heady gazes of all these creatures and the summertime air pressing in around her, she reaches one hand up to brush back her hair. It is an instinctive movement, not meant to reveal the birthmark beneath her ear that was in the shape of a thorn, a mark of her affinity with earth. When the guy does not answer her question but instead peeks up behind her she half turns, her body freezing up as her heart skips a beat because now she is looking into the face of a man. Well, he is half man and half leopard and he is decidedly upside down. She blinks at him in astonishment before curiosity gets the better of her, her pale green eyes surveying his leopard ears and then moving to survey his claws. She isn't quite afraid of him, more interested in how his shifts work, and her gaze flicks back to his face when he begins his disjointed talking.

"I never much cared for riddles," she answers blithely with a sly smile on her face, though she is fast churning over everything to make sure she doesn't slip up. When next he speaks it is with venom and she jerks her head back around to watch the other were slipping away with a grumble, her neck prickling at the sudden charged atmosphere as she turns back to face this male. Whoever he was it was clear the others didn't want to mess with him. She had to be careful... he seemed more in tune with his animal than with his humanity. So she adopts an air of confidence, refusing to step back from him but neither stepping closer. His Ark and Tetra's. She stores that name away, knowing full well she needs all the information she can get.

One hand finds the strap of her backpack and squeezes it in an almost possessive manner, not liking the way he LIKES bags, but she slowly unclenches her hand and eyes him. "It carries potions and tinctures that I have made and imbued with magic. I am a witch, you see, and I was hoping that you would allow me to sell some of my potions here. Some are for healing, even though I know your kind heals fast, and some are for extra strength or speed. Things that might make your fighting that much more interesting." Her words are calm and clear, her lovely voice decisive even though this could go south quickly if he assumes she is insulting his kind and their strength.