He really didn't know what he was expecting her to do, except maybe run while he was mid sentence. But he didn't expect her to offer him food. Honestly he rarely expected anyone to offer him food, but he never turned it down when he was offered it. He opened his mouth, and even got so far as saying, "Yeah, I did a whole lot of flying to get--" but then she just sort of tossed it at his feet like he was a dog, and his tanned brow wrinkled in a deep frown. A little dirt never bothered him, and as a former sailor he was very familiar with dried cured meats, so he picked it up, blew off the excess dirt and ate it anyway. But he had a sour face. "Wow, okay, rude. Is that how you usually offer food to people, or just my lot?" He didn't expect her to answer, really, but he just wanted to jab at her. He was used to being treated poorly, but he would always at least call people out on it.

Rohaan's stomach growled as food touched his mouth; he really was hungry. All the commotion had kept his mind off of it, but he had been flying all day, and the days before that. He kept himself better fed than any other street urchin or vagabond, but still, he didn't exactly have a cellar or pantry he could visit. "Damn. Look what you've done, made me damn hungry." As soon as this was all sorted, he would go hunt and get himself some fresh meat, and if he could help it, maybe some mushrooms or nuts or tubers. He might even find himself an apple tree somewhere around here if he looked hard enough. Rohaan sat down in front of her, though he remained just beyond arm's length away, so that if she tried to suddenly swipe at him, she'd have to really lean. And also she might feel a little safer with him keeping his distance. 

The shifter laughed a little, a deep, amused chuckle that melted away almost as soon as it started. He blinked at her, frowning gently. "Oh," he said with realization. "[I]Oh.[/I] Well I don't know why, but I guess I just sort of assumed you knew. Erm...alright. You ain't gonna believe me, but that Lord Whatshisface been raising you? He ain't your Da, Asharavasti. Your actual Da is some dick named Karl Valdemar. Valdemar, as in the Emperor of Man." He put up his hands and sort of leaned back. "Before you throw something at me or spit on me or worse, hear me out. There was some war with the Centauri some years ago and so Valdemar was stationed here in Durgan, guess it was something of a frontier. Anyway, he liked your Ma and they screwed in secret. He couldn't take a bastard home with him, so he left you here. But you're his only heir, and it looks to me like it's time you got your inheritance. He's been keeping tabs on you all this time, but suddenly reports stopped coming. I...understand why now. Anyway that's why I'm here. Oh! Ah, hang on..." He patted the bandolier of pockets across his chest until he came to one, stuck his fingers in it, and came out with a polished silver ring. Rohaan flicked it to Ash with a skilled aim for her inspection. "I'll need that back. It's the only shred of credibility I've got..." 

Rohaan scratched his short-bearded chin. "You uh, got more of that jerky? Seriously, you don't know how much energy it takes to fly all day."