He shrank back when bizarre noises fell out of the girl's mouth. Had it not been for the odd word that he could recognise, Dylan would have assumed she was speaking in Not English. But no, she said fuck, and fuck was an English language word, wasn't it? However, you could only use it when you were either very angry or very shocked - you certainly couldn't shout it out in the middle of a giant food shop - because it was also a Bad Word and humans had rules about those.
Was the girl very shocked then? He hadn't meant to surprise her...
"Gloss?" He repeated the word as a question, wondering what it was supposed to mean. It was something you wore, apparently, as was the secret crayon he was holding. Dylan had never heard of people wearing crayons, but humans were just crazy enough to come up with something like that, weren't they? "How do I wear this? It's small." Really, what did you do with it? Did you balance it on your head? Your shoulder? There was nothing to hold it on. Surely it had to be held on by something.
Unless it was the crayon you wore, not the case. Maybe that was what she meant! Taking the top of the case off again he drew a line on his arm and then showed it to the woman. "Is this how I wear it?" Maybe this was how people got those words and pictures on their skin. They would have to use much finer crayons than this one though; Dylan's attempt to draw a whale on his wrist didn't look as pretty as he'd hoped.
"It's morning," Dylan offered, glancing at the sun before turning his attention back to drawing on himself. Perhaps you just needed to practice with it to be able to draw things properly.
The question about swimming got his attention though. "I don't prefer to swim. I swim because I live in water, you walk because you live on the ground." He made an odd little clicking sound in the back of his throat, tilting his head slightly at the girl. "The lake is deep and quiet, that's why I like it. What's your name?"