03.03: Ayala

'Where are they?'
Noah started and almost swore when he heard her speech change from what she had been uttering to English. She had an accent he did not recognise, but he was Afrikaans and no one over here understood that, so…
She was definitely not American. Or South African. That was two possible options counted out.
She looked like she had been thinking about what to say and then the words just came out. He slid off his chair and sat on the floor, not cross legged as he didn’t want to mimic her.
'Hello,' he tried again, 'I am Noah.’ She hadn’t acknowledged that he had spoken therefore there was a chance she might be deaf, so Noah was still signing. ‘Who is it you are looking for?’