Ixtli listened intently though still backed into her own space towards the corner of the square room, her eyes going between each of the males; a look of deep seeded distrust in her eyes. Her wooden ball club clenched in her right hand tightly, held down by her side for now as the man explained why they were here and what was being done. As he motioned those standing to the window Ixtli stubbornly walked just far enough to see over some of the shorter men, refusing to come any closer than five feet to them; though she figured she needed to listen if her freedom truly was at stake as Artemis had said. 

"Anha will vo fight ma men, " (I will not fight with men.)

She voiced from her location several feet away upon hearing of group and cooperative fights, spiting even the idea of having to share a battle with a man. As she said this Ixtli grasped an apple from the table curiously biting into the fruit, having seen the pirate already eat some of the fruit himself; confirming to her that it wasn't poisoned. As she chewed on the apple her right hand lifted the smoothly sanded wooden club which had a slight inwards curve and a solid wooden ball carved into it as the striking head. Over three and a half feet long and made from dark jungle wood, the hilt was wrapped in worn animal hide and a white feather hung from the slightly pointed end of the handle; bringing the club up to rest against her shoulder while eating waiting for a response to base her next action off of; escape not outside of her thoughts.