Being caught up in crazy shit in her world was one thing, but to be thrown into a new world was something else. Although she was unceremoniously dumped into a camp, Aiko didn't allow herself to fall on her face like some sort of plebeian. Making a small mid-air somersault, she readjusted her landing angle, thus landing on her feet instead of her face. Her eyes flit around the new scene, looking for anyone particularly hostile, her hand tightening on the grip of her bat. A muscular green man, two furries catgirls, and a human. When the green dude spoke, she was surprised that they could speak her language.. Or maybe they all just spoke the same language now, who knew. Aiko may not be the smartest kid on the block, but she damn well knew when someone offers something, it ain't free, no matter how damn good it smells. "Katal, was it? Your food ain't free right? You don't look like the kinda cunt that plays nice guy, and I ain't about to try knock you for some. Not with those kinda muscles anyway. What's your price?" She replied bluntly as she walked up to the campfire, promptly take a seat on one of the logs near it, her hand still gripping the bat. For now she was staying cautious, but at least calm. Something she was taught by one of the higher ups in mafia.
Information always costed something. Maybe an arm or a leg. She'd have to see what he says. For now she could surmise that she wasn't going anywhere until something got solved. Or at least, that's how it worked in those isekai manga that she read in the Jump magazines.