[ something finally clicks. that's not inkling the lady's speaking, it's octoling. she winces as the light aims her way, reflexively covering her eyes with a hand before dropping it back down. she's had stage lights before - she can handle this. ]
I'm Marina. Marina Ida. I'm Octarian, just like you. [ she hopes? she's working with absolutely no information about the other woman. she speaks slowly, keeping her hands and arms still while the light's on her; she doesn't want to get splatted here. ] You, uh, ARE Octarian, right? I mean, you speak Octoling, so...
[ she has no idea what that's supposed to mean - frak. well, that's kind of a lie. she gets context, and she's heard pearl sing stuff that sounds just similar enough. she can guess at the overlap, even if it's not any dialect she's familiar with. ]
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[ something finally clicks. that's not inkling the lady's speaking, it's octoling. she winces as the light aims her way, reflexively covering her eyes with a hand before dropping it back down. she's had stage lights before - she can handle this. ]
I'm Marina. Marina Ida. I'm Octarian, just like you. [ she hopes? she's working with absolutely no information about the other woman. she speaks slowly, keeping her hands and arms still while the light's on her; she doesn't want to get splatted here. ] You, uh, ARE Octarian, right? I mean, you speak Octoling, so...
[ she has no idea what that's supposed to mean - frak. well, that's kind of a lie. she gets context, and she's heard pearl sing stuff that sounds just similar enough. she can guess at the overlap, even if it's not any dialect she's familiar with. ]