Sacre and Xiara walked together towards the offices. Sacre was in edge, constantly looking everywhere for an attack or something. It was putting Xiara's orc senses on edge as well. However, she knew the station well enough to know that there wasn't any threat here right now. The lack of a shared language and the terrible translation program killed any chance of small talk. "This way." Xiara said, deciding to cut through a market rather than take the longer route.
She pushed open the doors, the market wasn't too busy right now, but there was still a healthy number of people walking about. Sacre slowed, carefully avoiding any contact with people. Xiara slowed as well, from her normally brisk pace to walk beside Sacre. "You don't like being touched." Xiara observed.
Sacre looked angry, with her brows furrowed in concentration, but angry seemed to be her baseline. <No.> She said finally. Xiara listened, trying to make out a word. She finally looked at the tablet that was able to translate the single word.
"I think you said no. you don't like being touched." Xiara guessed, not a hundred percent sure how Sacre could turn words that had no possible hissing sounds into ones with hissing sounds.
Sacre seemed to focus, trying to understand the words that Xiara was saying. There was a long pause as she parsed the words. <Yes. I understand more common than I speak. I can only speak a few words.> Sacre said, her hissing the words of her native language. Xiara had to struggle to understand the Lamia with the terrible translation that her tablet gave her.
"I didn't speak much of it when I came here myself." Xiara said, sympathizing with Sacre. Then turned as she realized that Sacre had stopped at one of the market stalls. Xiara turned seeing the large collection of knives Sacre was looking at. She noticed how Sacre's eyes flicked from knife to knife, taking stock of each one. "You like knives."
Sacre nodded her head. <I like knives.> She pointed a finger at one of them. It wasn't a flashy knife, like many of the ones in the display. <Can I see?> She asked.
Xiara consulted her tablet, and realized that Sacre was speaking simply to help her. She realized that she had been talking perhaps a bit too complexly, making it hard for the Lamia to understand her.
Xiara felt confident that Sacre wouldn't stab her so she pointed at the knife, "Can we take a look at that one?" She asked the vendor. They nodded, and presented Sacre with the knife. Sacre made several short motions with the knife, testing how it felt in her hands. She frowned, and placed the knife back on the display. Then Sacre started looking again. "What type are you looking for?" Xiara asked.
Sacre pursed her lips in concentration as she tried to parse Xiara's words. She started with something that didn't translate. Xiara shook her head, Sacre sighed. <I want several you idiot. That one for bush, this one for fighting, that one for carving. Only someone who's brain has been replaced with sewage would think only one knife would be enough.> She said, pointing at several different knives ranging from a machete to a delicate looking pen knife.
Xiara looked at her translation, getting the gist of it but the insults were lost in translation. "You want a sewage knife?" She asked, having no idea what that meant.
Sacre let out of a hiss of frustration. <Want many knives. No money for any.> She said in a slow deliberate way.
Xiara looked at the translation and nodded. She looked at Sacre, the two tall women standing side by side. She felt sympathetic for what she knew that the Lanky Separa had been going through. "I can get you one." She said, holding up a single finger.
<One.> Sacre repeated, looking through the knives available. Xiara watched her as she glanced through the short swords. Sacre mumbled something to herself before moving on. She also looked at the fighting knives and daggers for a long time before moving onto the hunting knives. She finally selected one that wasn't flashy, it had a drop point and a plain black handle. <This one?> She finally decided.
Xiara's eyes grew slightly wider at the price tag. It was expensive for a hunting knife, but very high quality. Xiara wondered for a moment if Sacre knew what kind of knife she was asking for. She finally nodded, and bought the knife, handing it to Sacre as they continued along. "Here you go."
Sacre took the knife, holding the sheath in one and and the handle in her other close to her chest. <Thank you> Sacre said quietly. As they moved along again, she seemed to calm down significantly. Xiara smiled, knowing Sacre was happy with the knife.
She pushed open the doors, the market wasn't too busy right now, but there was still a healthy number of people walking about. Sacre slowed, carefully avoiding any contact with people. Xiara slowed as well, from her normally brisk pace to walk beside Sacre. "You don't like being touched." Xiara observed.
Sacre looked angry, with her brows furrowed in concentration, but angry seemed to be her baseline. <No.> She said finally. Xiara listened, trying to make out a word. She finally looked at the tablet that was able to translate the single word.
"I think you said no. you don't like being touched." Xiara guessed, not a hundred percent sure how Sacre could turn words that had no possible hissing sounds into ones with hissing sounds.
Sacre seemed to focus, trying to understand the words that Xiara was saying. There was a long pause as she parsed the words. <Yes. I understand more common than I speak. I can only speak a few words.> Sacre said, her hissing the words of her native language. Xiara had to struggle to understand the Lamia with the terrible translation that her tablet gave her.
"I didn't speak much of it when I came here myself." Xiara said, sympathizing with Sacre. Then turned as she realized that Sacre had stopped at one of the market stalls. Xiara turned seeing the large collection of knives Sacre was looking at. She noticed how Sacre's eyes flicked from knife to knife, taking stock of each one. "You like knives."
Sacre nodded her head. <I like knives.> She pointed a finger at one of them. It wasn't a flashy knife, like many of the ones in the display. <Can I see?> She asked.
Xiara consulted her tablet, and realized that Sacre was speaking simply to help her. She realized that she had been talking perhaps a bit too complexly, making it hard for the Lamia to understand her.
Xiara felt confident that Sacre wouldn't stab her so she pointed at the knife, "Can we take a look at that one?" She asked the vendor. They nodded, and presented Sacre with the knife. Sacre made several short motions with the knife, testing how it felt in her hands. She frowned, and placed the knife back on the display. Then Sacre started looking again. "What type are you looking for?" Xiara asked.
Sacre pursed her lips in concentration as she tried to parse Xiara's words. She started with something that didn't translate. Xiara shook her head, Sacre sighed. <I want several you idiot. That one for bush, this one for fighting, that one for carving. Only someone who's brain has been replaced with sewage would think only one knife would be enough.> She said, pointing at several different knives ranging from a machete to a delicate looking pen knife.
Xiara looked at her translation, getting the gist of it but the insults were lost in translation. "You want a sewage knife?" She asked, having no idea what that meant.
Sacre let out of a hiss of frustration. <Want many knives. No money for any.> She said in a slow deliberate way.
Xiara looked at the translation and nodded. She looked at Sacre, the two tall women standing side by side. She felt sympathetic for what she knew that the Lanky Separa had been going through. "I can get you one." She said, holding up a single finger.
<One.> Sacre repeated, looking through the knives available. Xiara watched her as she glanced through the short swords. Sacre mumbled something to herself before moving on. She also looked at the fighting knives and daggers for a long time before moving onto the hunting knives. She finally selected one that wasn't flashy, it had a drop point and a plain black handle. <This one?> She finally decided.
Xiara's eyes grew slightly wider at the price tag. It was expensive for a hunting knife, but very high quality. Xiara wondered for a moment if Sacre knew what kind of knife she was asking for. She finally nodded, and bought the knife, handing it to Sacre as they continued along. "Here you go."
Sacre took the knife, holding the sheath in one and and the handle in her other close to her chest. <Thank you> Sacre said quietly. As they moved along again, she seemed to calm down significantly. Xiara smiled, knowing Sacre was happy with the knife.