Setting: AU
She inwardly sighed in sad frustration. She was a linguist, spoke and understood many languages and capable of learning so many more. Except his, and she knew she never could. Why? Because in this case the language didn't have any dialects, variations or accents. In this case the language was spoken in Human tongue. She knew the words, but putting them together and their meaning was beyond her. It was a shame, as she would have liked to have been able to converse with him on his level. She didn't have this trouble with Malcolm, or Travis – she could easily talk to them – only with Trip.