James winced at each botched word of the translation. Their own language would be sounding just as strange by comparison, perhaps moreso. At least the Forerunner knew what proper English was supposed to sound like. If it couldn't even do that, how butchered would Eoch sound? But she couldn't take off the headset and try to use what (little) she'd learned in a week, not with the roar of the props. She'd never be able to hear a pony voice over the din.