Bramblepoint okay, it's hit me

she was aware her language would likely present as an implication -- in any event, it certainly seemed to greatly hinder the prospect of small talk. the idea of succumbing to speaking the english language seemed slightly abhorrent -- what would be more abhorrent would be the manner in which she butchered the simplest of english words. she watched him carefully for the more primal of their languages, noting his body language seemed to insinuate a fairly friendly intention. she remained neutral, though her hardened gaze did not soften.

"Ich habe Hunger.. " She supplied, looking to the ground as she trailed off, muttering to herself -- "Wie sagt du das....  Fleisch? Meeeet?" She looked to him hopefully, wondering if he would be intrepid enough to look past the horribly guttural utterance of her words.

i'm hungry... how do you say it... meat?