Serpent Lake Caza

Español, and the woman's head followed the quirk of the mans. It was then she understood the accent, and pinpointed the language of which had been escaping her. Spanish.

"No español." Both eyes touched the strangers feet, then eyes. "Little bit," then, that smile formed into a laugh that squinted up her eyes in a sly jest. "¿Comida?" It was the only word taught, spare for the new phrase that had been picked up. No hablas español. Legend dissected the sentence immediately and found many, many questions forming about it.

The imp filtered through languages to try and swiftly find a mutual one, if one existed. Common first. "English?" Old Egyptian. "Coptic?"  Arabic. "اَلْعَرَبِيَّةُ?" And while no, no, and no was expected for all three, they were offered regardless.

She snuck closer to the gold man.