Whitefish River vonn, gently tucking unconscious guards into bed:

I'm assuming he has a white coat because Arctic? Let me know if I'm wrong!

It was going to be too difficult to stifle Dulce's telling grin. Not only had the stranger approached her in her mother tongue, but he'd done it with charm; flirting was always easier to pick up on when she knew all that was being said. Somewhat embarassed, she stood straight once more and shot back an apologetic gaze. I'm not very good at this, she laughed, knowing that this was already made clear.

Tiene la piel de un gringo, un hijo de invierno. ¿Como aprendiste español? Not that Dulce was complaining or anything, she just found it interesting that someone likely born far from where she knew it was spoken could have mastered the tongue with such ease. Meanwhile, she struggled to speak both Spanish and English. Wanna walk with me?