[Okay, she's not sure what kind of fairies this guy has where he's from but Tink emphatically shakes her head no. She shoves her supplies at him- please hold these and don't get them dirty- then reaches in her teeny tool belt and pulls out a hammer and small hand drill to hold up for display.]

Sorry, not that kind of fairy, see? I'm a Tinker. What kind of fairies does that kind of stuff anyway?

I can show you how to get to the village, but we can't get out. I already tried to fly over the barrier, but it's no good.

[Yep, still no idea he doesn't understand her. Some folks around here can and Tink assumes everyone can.]