Oscar was fluent in Spanish, but it wasn't something he spoke on a day-to-day basis. But he did understand the main gist of their lightning-paced Spanish rants, and related their translations to his fellow group members. At one point during the conversation, he waved his hand in the air, silently requesting that Athena rejoin the group. Oscar figured that they could just blaze a trail right through Ranac's territory, and fuck the consequences, but he valued the more leadership-oriented opinion of Athena. If they all got gunned down in Ranac's territory, it was on her head, not his, and he was loathe to make decisions that would screw with her rep.<br/><br/>When Athena caught up with them, he gave a wary eye to the prisoners before he took the Spartan woman to the side. Just by resting one hand on her forearm, he could sort of taste what emotions that were running through her mind, though he would only read her thoughts with his permission. "What's the call? Do you think they're telling the truth?" Oscar realized then that he had a grim smirk on his face. He was unaware of where his sudden mirth had come from... Maybe something from her had rubbed off on his emotions? Either way, being in closer quarters with Rachel was not unwelcome.