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His heart pounded in his ears and he greedily sucked in breath after breath, nearly missing the word that passed through the stranger's lips. It wasn't familiar at all but Blitz wasn't a fan of lookin' like a rube, so he huffed an airy laugh and said, Aye right, right, maha-whatsit t'you too, like, but he was giving the yellow man a quizzical look-over.

Crap, what if everyone spoke in tongues around here? Blitz wasn't a well-tutored beast, he had flunked out of various apprenticeships and couldn't sit still long enough to really learn from anyone, and had resigned himself to a life of living the bare-minimum. He doubted his mum would've known any other language besides the variation on common that the family spoke; so he just gawked at the stranger for a moment and then let the feeling pass.

Ain't from roun' 'ere ey? Was he talking to the stranger or speaking of himself? It didn't really matter - they both seemed to be fish outta water.