Mynxa wasn't sure why he seemed so...relaxed. Was he always so relaxed? So many thoughts raced through her head. So many questions with so few answers. She stares at him and yet does so in a way that it is not uncomfortable to the other. He looks at her and still she stayed silent. Would he even understand her when she spoke? Would he know the language of Atlantians? What sort of clothing was it he was wearing?<br/><br/>She looks at him. Watching him hold his hand out. Perhaps this was some form of greeting? She extends her hand like he did. Looking between their two hands and then reaches out further. Poking his hand as if to make sure he was real. She decided he was. Now was he safe enough to trust? She decides to take that risk. She places her hand in his.<br/><br/>And looks up at him. Her mind understood his language but she didn't know how to speak it. She watches him. Looking at him. Staring into his eyes(what color are they?) and tilts her head to the other side now. Studying him for a moment longer.<br/><br/>She then opens her mouth and speaks. Atlantian. The only tongue she knew while she could understand any and all languages. (using Latin for Atlantian. Will include translations) "Salve? Quis es? Mynxa sum. Quomodo fit cremer orbis aeterna protectione? Ego autem alright. Ubi ceteri? Populus meus vivit?" (Translation: Hello? Who are you? I am Mynxa. How did you rescue me from the orb of eternal protection? And I am alright. Where is everyone else? Are my people alive?) Her mark showing as the bangs moved out of the way just a teensy bit.