Hunter looked up at her through one side of his gaze, a faintly frowning look that communicated both his lack of understanding and his relative lack of tolerance for it. Fortunately, Hunter didn't speak his own language very well and he was surrounded by people who were better spoken and better educated than he. His sister rubbed his face in it regularly, and it set his teeth on end. He didn't mind talking to someone who was slogging through the mother tongue with difficulty, it made him feel better about his situation.
He sipped at the coffee, considering. "You're gonna have to run that by me again." He looked down again at the ESL book, and then pulled it toward him and flipped it open. He hadn't touched a textbook in years, and he handled it like it might suddenly go up in flames.