"Thank you." "I appreciate your generosity. And no, I'm no nobel. I just have a lord that treats his people like kings and pays them well." She says wondering how she could ever translate her life to him. 
His home is small and dark. Nothing is clearly visible further than a couple of inches from a candle that burns on a table. She isnt terribly fond of the dark and considering all the sharp tools the man had around she didn't feel all too save either. 
"Do you live alone?" She asks waiting nearby the door.