Hushed Willows who speaks latin?

"I don't know," Natasha says bluntly. In an effort to scurry the kid away from her quicker, she tries a nicer tone. "Why don't you ask Stark?" she offers, tail sweeping against the earth beneath her. This child was strange— but maybe all of them were, she'd just never really spoken to them that often. They were like tiny, oblivious adults, and she had no time to deal with anyone who was oblivious— it was too much explaining and there was never a moment that could be wasted. 

Then again, all she'd been doing for the past 30 minutes was wasting time... oh well.