[ Masane, unfortunately, is a Japanese woman whose closest exposure to potential English speakers are Chou-San (asides from excited exclamations though, the old man spoke Japanese with them) and a huge, peaceful Hawaiian fellow named Michael with whom she and her daughter had shared the communal home with. The latter had never spoken a single word and communicated almost exclusively through pensive staring.
English lip reading is right off the table.
Fortunately, after a bit of blank staring, Masane assumes the series of really bizarre noises was some kind of alien language. She gingerly slips her TAB out of her pocket with a set of barbs.
Glares at it.
And shakes it as if that'd solve the problem somehow. ]
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[ Masane, unfortunately, is a Japanese woman whose closest exposure to potential English speakers are Chou-San (asides from excited exclamations though, the old man spoke Japanese with them) and a huge, peaceful Hawaiian fellow named Michael with whom she and her daughter had shared the communal home with. The latter had never spoken a single word and communicated almost exclusively through pensive staring.
English lip reading is right off the table.
Fortunately, after a bit of blank staring, Masane assumes the series of really bizarre noises was some kind of alien language. She gingerly slips her TAB out of her pocket with a set of barbs.
Glares at it.
And shakes it as if that'd solve the problem somehow. ]