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The male kept his jaw shut, his emerald eyes flashing, as if she had asked him something that had made him not want to answer. Had it been offensive? She didn't know. Immediately she began to analyze what she had, and came to the conclusion that his lands, or well, his native language was not something he would like to start a conversation with her about. Probably. Maybe.

He surprised Crëyr when he answered her directly after that. Russian. She'd never heard of that, though it was possibly a language that belonged to a region (well, Russia, wherever that was) that was not far from Wales.

She regarded him with curious cerulean eyes, studying him in the most subtle manner. Vector asked her a question regarding the Welsh she has spoken earlier. "Iaith y Gymraeg. I spoke Welsh, the language of Wales. I suppose we both are of countries from similar regions?"