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Falene's eyes glistened as she watched him attempt to communicate. It was effective but still she giggled when he said 'mal' while pointing at her. She covered her mouth as she laughed, her body shaking with laughter that she attempted to hush. Was she delusional or just happy that this boy was possibly more afraid of her than she was of him? She looked up at the boy, traces of a smile still splattered across her face, around her mouth and eyes, "Mal? Moi? Non, non, non...." [Evil? Me? No, no, no....] After a few moments deliberation, recounting the last words spoken, she mumbled "Non," just once more as she continued to start the fire. At length, it lit, and good this time, which was kind of perfect considering how quickly it got dark. After filling several empty soup cans that she found on the ground with water and setting them near the fire to boil, Falene nestled back against a tree immediately next to the fire and watched the boy, waiting. But waiting for what? How could they communicate? What could possibly become of this? Without understanding one another how could they become allies? Or friends? She was on the outs. This was the US, and he spoke only English to her knowledge. She was trapped in a world of miss-communication now and wasn't sure if anyone besides Thais, who had disappeared some time ago, would ever be able to understand her, or teach her the language... Falene felt very much alone...