She brightens, briefly, at the opportunity to switch languages--as she assumes with him that Hebrew is his first choice, like Kurdish is hers, Arabic is a lot easier. It flows faster, because what Lea needed was to talk faster, really. When she gestures, loosely, it's with her scorpion container in hand, and people around attempt to give her hand a wide berth.

"We just learned whatever we could from home. My neo-Aramaic isn't very good, but there aren't a lot of people to practice that with." Though she could probably find at least one person, somewhere in Baedal. "It's similar, isn't it? Kurdistan and Palestine. Although the government here isn't really perfect, either."

She phrases it more carefully than she's said other things, just because even in a different language--you never know who's listening.