English is based on Latin, and so are the romance languages—like Spanish.”
Everyone turned to look at Linda. She stared back at them blankly for a moment and then with irritation. “I don’t speak Spanish.”
Shelly gaped at her. “How can you not speak Spanish when your name’s Sanchez?”
Linda glared at her. “Your last name’s German. Do you speak German?”
“No, but ….”
“I rest my case.”
* * * *
What language do you think they’re speaking? It doesn’t sound like anything I’m familiar with.
Raen shrugged. Are you recording it?
Jadin gave him an offended look. Of course.
Why not check to see if the computer has had any luck translating, then, instead of speculating?
Sending Raen an irritated glance, Jadin focused on the computer. Translation?
Still collating. Shall I play what I have decoded? the computer responded.
Jadin threw a laughing glance at his friend when the computer translated the discussion about Raen’s ‘sharing air’ with the female called Cassie. Raen, however, did not look amused.
The one called Mark seems to think she is his woman, Raen commented.
Jadin eyed Raen speculatively and finally shrugged. She does not seem to agree.
Raen’s frown deepened . I am not sure it was wise to leave them all together.
Jadin tamped his amusement with an effort and shrugged off handedly. It was the only room that was dry that we could pump air in to at such short notice. We will have to make other arrangements if we are to hold them long … unless our people manage to raise the ship before they run out of air.
Raen glanced at him sharply. As far as we know they have done nothing more than wander into the city. Unless I find out otherwise, we will let them go long before air 21
is an issue for them. Keep a close eye on them. I do not think they are stupid enough to try to leave, knowing how deep we are, but you never know with humans.
Jadin nodded, knowing it was an order, not a request. You do not want to stay a while longer and observe? he asked, all innocence. Unless I miss my guess, the one called Cassie is starting to feel a little uncomfortably warm. I am thinking she will be coming out of that strange suit she is wearing before long.
Raen sent him an amused glance. In mixed company? I doubt it. If anything they seem more inhibited about their bodies than they used to be.
Jadin turned to watch him as he moved to the doorway of the observation room.
Where are you going ? he asked curiously.
Raen paused and turned to frown at Jadin but finally shrugged off his irritation.
They said ‘ancient’ Greeks. I am going to see if I can figure out just how gods bedamned long we have been down here waiting for the Mother world to send help.
He stopped by communications on the way out to speak with Kadar. Did no one think to turn the gods bedamned alert off? The vibrations are rattling my brain.
Kadar glanced at him in surprise. It is off. I turned it off myself.
Raen sent him a perturbed look. What is the source of the tremors then?
The mother ship is probing for us, Kadar responded with a shrug.
They have found us, Raen retorted dryly as he headed out the door. I feel it in my bones.
Kadar stared after him blankly a moment and then chuckled. Aye, I am feeling it in my bones, too. It will rattle my teeth from my head if they keep it up much longer.
Struggling to ignore the sonic waves pelting him now that he knew the source and purpose of them, Raen headed for the nearest egress from the ship. The more distance he put between himself and the woman, he discovered, the less tense he felt. That realization didn’t particularly please him.
Then again, he was irritated with himself anyway. He didn’t know where the impulse had come from to kiss the woman, but he figured as impulses went it was probably one of the stupidest that had ever hit him.
He’d had no use for humans before the cataclysm that had sent their city to the bottom