Lucky shrugged one shoulder. “I dunno what it’s called. This place… Transit Equus Zero Violet Zero...” She used the new language again. Her mind didn’t want to cooperate—she couldn’t converse in it. But she could read written text aloud. Maybe even compose her own, though she hadn’t tried yet. “It’s the language its builders used. At least I think it is? I don’t know why you’d make a place like this and not use your own language.”