She purses her lips, regarding him for a minute. Considers her options, then lets the air out in a gust of a sigh, before continuing in a too-mannerly voice. "Hey, so, you're at least halfway there, so, good job! Yeah. But, it's 'tiefling,' not... whatever you just said."

The mannerly tone wears off as she talks, until it's back to blunt with 'whatever'. He knows plenty about this place, sure, but wherever he comes from must be - equally, appropriately - strange. No tieflings. What the hell. Does he at least know what demons are, or what?

"Look, man, if you don't know that's fine, just say it so I can make sure you've got this." Beau waves her hand in a circle, "you know, describe them a little more."