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Humor was not a word within Sif's dictionary. She only knew the words Fen had taught her, and he had never spoken of humor. Colloquialisms and idioms were also - as of yet - out of the dark girl's grasp. The most she could discern from the man's small string of words was something about sharpness and something about senses. She could not see how that applied to the conversation at hand, and after a few halting tries - She has sharp senses? She senses sharp things? She had sharp... teeth? - she gave up entirely.

Sif was sure this was one of those things that she was just too dumb to understand. The meaning was probably just out of her grasp, and if the stranger realized she didn't understand him, he would probably laugh at her.

Instead of letting on, the dark girl fixed a look of polite agreement on her face and kept her mouth shut. Silence she didn't know how to break stretched on between them.