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Hang on a minute, commanded the stranger, although the tone wasn't as stern in reality, she heard it and halted immediately. Camilla's gaze swept the earth in the manner of a child who had just been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She had no idea what a joke was, making the situation a little bit more complicated. Her understanding of language was based entirely on the orders that the men would give her — their demands, their various gutteral sounds as they "appreciated" her, but nuances such as jokes were not familiar to her.

S-sorry, she murmured, but her mouth was tilted away from Towhee and there was no way for her to know of their deafness; oh, how she wished that Phox was here! Where was he? Her ears popped up again, one and then the other, slowly adjusting so that she could listen for orders. So far the stranger had told her to stop and she had, but she didn't know what else to do. She'd do anything to make this moment reach a positive conclusion.