Wapun Meadow i'm ready to blow, i can't stand it

He's too startled to do much as the girl runs in a circle around him, intensifying the awful smell she's giving off — it's obvious by now that it's her, watching the dirty fly off her as she runs. He half-expects her to simply flee now that she's gone and scared the shit out of him, but instead she halts after completing her lap around him. Um, He blinks, watching her stretch and wondering if she's as mute as her older, stark-eyed doppelganger. Can she even understand him? Do you... talk? It would feel like a rude question, normally — but he kind of gets the feeling the answer is no, and that he might not get an answer, so he doesn't feel that bad.