To say that Miguel was at ease would have been an outright lie. As he worked -- and he did work a little more quickly than usual -- he kept glancing over his shoulder towards the bathroom door.
It was, therefore, little surprise to Miguel when the crazy deaf man came out.
The bed had been quickly remade and the amenities in the livingroom completely replaced. Miguel was currently cleaning with a cloth and some spray. He stared at the man, looking a little like a cornered animal who wasn't quite sure if another animal was friend or foe.
Predictably, the man's words meant nothing to me. Both of his eyebrows rose, and he asked, "Que?"
Well, at least the man was dressed now...
Miguel had also had a little time to do some research. He had a little book listing the room numbers and names of all passengers aboard, and he had turned to this book a few moments ago.
"Senor Kazarian?" He said it very slowly, very carefully, and very loudly. Not knowing how it was meant to be pronounced, his accent gave the word a peculiar twist. "Lo siento. /I know you don't understand anything I'm saying, but I'm very sorry for scaring you. I will ask my cousin to tell the staff to talk very loud and to move very slow around you so no one else scares you, okay?/"
Now that he had calmed down a little, Miguel did feel terrible about that... It hadn't been his intention, after all.