Gale is watching. Even distracted by his hunger, he looks, analyzes, forms and discards a dozen different plans. He sees this stranger watching him back, and he knows she's recognized his hunger, if not for exactly what it is, then something in her own experience that is similar. And yet she does not falter, comes forward so ... kindly that it sets his nerves on edge.

He doesn't bare them like he wants to, completely motionless but for the movement of his eyes as they track every little motion from the expansion of ribs during breathing, to blinking. Either this woman, this stranger, is lying to try to gain advantage, or she sees the hunger and it makes her want to-- to what? Mother comes to mind. Smother follows shortly after. He's not sure which is more appropriate and doesn't dare ask Argilla. Now is not the time to reveal their difficulty with new words and unfamiliar concepts any more than they already have.

And also, Jinana was kind. Argilla is kind. Gale doesn't get quite the same... nuance from this woman as he does from both of them, and it bothers him.

Finally after those moments of perfect stillness, Gale finally speaks, tone as flat and mechanical as he can manage. It is natural for strangers to be suspicious of each other so he plays with his suspicions.

"Your false kindness will not gain you any foothold here. This is our territory, and we know betrayal very well." If it is not false, her reaction will tell him, and he will continue on from there. This is all bait. A move in a ... a chessmatch between them.