Faire's request was answered, some what. The man very delicately placed her by the fire, which was a pleasant gesture but did not remove Faire's suspicions. As it turned out, the man wanted to interrogate her. Her vision was still blurred a bit from that hit to the head and the sudden rush of light from the fire. It took some getting use to as she glanced around the camp to gauge the reactions of its inhabitants. To her own amazement, not to many people took a curiosity in their captive. Did they not yet know she was from a nearly extinct race? They had to have known but Faire couldn't see any tells from the man who carried her or the Argonian who was almost assuredly the one Faire had shot earlier. Outside of that some took a few glances but they went back to whatever it was that they were doing. Very lucky for someone who wanted their identity to remain cloaked.

Faire's vision slowly cleared up, she slowly brought her gaze back to the man who carried her, Nikolaus, who was playing the part of interrogator.  A bit of an unusual name of which Faire had never heard of, but as she got a better look she could see distinct traits of Nord blood in Nikolaus, much to Faire's dismay. She didn't like Nords and would have preferred to toss an insult or two at him in defiance but this situation didn't need defiance, it needed compliance. 

"Nikolaus..." She practically whispered it under he breath as she her face creased with a bit of resentment, almost like she was insulted by the man's questioning. "My approach was an accident, a product of not paying attention, and my attack was to ensure my safety. Nothing was lethal and I had planned not to stick around to see if it was anyway." Her words were short and bitter as a bit of spitefulness was laden in those words. Not very appropriate or smart in this situation but it was too late to take them back now. She wrestled a bit with her bindings before she settled back down. She had hoped release would come soon.