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Following the Russian was Vector's offering of an explanation, informing her that he only knew two languages. Russian, well, and English.

She noticed an accent, slowly seeping into his words, slightly mixing up with the plain American accent he'd probably had picked up. Promptly she wondered how long he'd been in the Bypass, if not, Teekon Wilds. Following that was another thought, which, without meaning to, slipped out. "How long have you been in these lands?" The grayscale girl allowed a pause, before resuming her inquiry. This time, it was different sort of question. As she spoke, she let herself a small chuckle, half to attempt to lighten the mood. Sourness and discomfort were the last things she wanted between conversations with her packmates, especially in these conditions She could pretty much sense it in the air around them. "Have I been asking you too many questions? My apologies, for I am quite curious."

He spoke of how he'd came to recognize the Welsh she had spoken— a tribe of her nationality, one that he'd probably met back home. That seemed to make sense, though there were probably more tribes he'd met whose languages he'd picked up. After all, Vector seemed like a... diverse wolf.