Cerulean Cape In Nobody's Eyes, but Mine

For a moment, she thought he wouldn't reply.
Like she'd just go ignored.
But no, he did reply and acknowledge her.

She drifted closer, inspecting him closer. He looked plain. Average. She wondered what to expect from him -- the average ones were the ones with the most devious plots.
Her tail swayed softly in greeting, "Hola," she replied.
She gave him a few seconds so she could gauge his reaction.
"You catch the crab yourself?" She asked in the common tongue he greeted her in.
Perhaps she could learn a new technique for the critters.