Miguel couldn't stifle the sudden laugh. "/I'll help you find your room,/" he promised. It would be easy enough to do, and Miguel knew just the person to talk to.
It was damned nice to have someone to speak to other than Josie. Oh, she was nice, certainly, but she spent a great deal of time with her boyfriend or with the rest of the English-speaking crew. While Miguel didn't particularly mind being a little anti-social, he wished he could at least understand people...
Or ask for a break without a translator. "Gracias," he told Jack on that note. "/For translating./" It was a struggle he had never known before, but it certainly didn't deter him from his job. "/I wish you were around yesterday./"
Miguel suppressed a shudder at the thought of yesterday.
"/There's a crazy deaf guy in one of the VIP suites. I was flipping the bed when he charged out of the bathroom -- stark naked -- and tackled me! I kept trying to tell him I was with Housekeeping, but I was so scared I forgot how to say it in English!/"