Coconut Grove deta woh tumko bataa--

"Goddamn, language barrier, aye?" Upholding a smile, Norsamu curiously cocked her head to the side in wonder. She had absolutely no idea what this dude had said, or even the faintest clue on the language he spoke in. Even he confirmee it. Well, who cares. She shrugged it off, uncaring of the fact neither could understand each other. There's always a way, somehow, some way. She was here already facing an unknown language, the maned wolfs mindset was to continue forward this meeting regardless.

What she did understand though was the scowl, and the look he held. Ah? Is he bothered by her? Nah, can't be. She's just a friendly lass with shanties to share! Clearly he needed some sunshine too. Norsamu got closer to him, a wild grin upon her face. She lifted a paw to herself, then to him, "join me my lad!" Join in the sea shanties!

He probably wouldn't understand, but hey, she could always wildly sing till' he does, "come all you young sailors men, listen to me!"