A single brow rises as the immortal studies blonde hair and red leather with a narrowed eye. It's been some time since she last spoke with a mortal, let alone offered her assistance -- but she was not h e a r t l e s s.

                Merely h u n g r y.

   Appearing behind the woman, Arianna's head cants to the side and she smiles what she assumes looks -- comforting. "Need help?" For what human would be safe and sound broken down in the middle of no where?