(A minor aside, for the Angel's consideration. Most of the conversation you were having with the Sandrea followers was in a roughly southern dialect of Chinese, and the people with whom you're currently speaking began their conversation in what you'd recognize as Spanish, though more clipped than you would be used to. We have been assuming that you and Ailee's data represent a range of language capability, but just so you are aware). 

"Yeah, that's a rare one. Usually the cats don't much care for people, though we're also too small and nutrient poor to make a good meal for them. Well, alright then. Fair trade enough." Hesus gestures to a couple of the people and they begin unloading some goods from the cart. They don't have much salt, but are carrying a small bag for seasoning, and they don't have wood as such but they have a dried out fungal material that will clearly burn in a similar manner. They begin taking some of the meat and bones as you gesture to them. 

"So like...you got plans after this?" Hesus asks, starting to become more comfortable in what he now recognizes as a regular and non-hostile interaction. "You want us to send someone back for you after the cat's up? Give you a place to stay or something?"