It all sounded like a lot of gibberish to Miguel. Of course, he couldn't know it would also sound like complete gibberish to anyone else too. Just as he was thinking it may be necessary to find a translator, she introduced herself again.
"Si," Miguel told her slowly. "Me llama Miguel." Hadn't they been through this already. He was concerned to begin with, watching her attempts to walk down to the hall, but now he was doubly-so.
"/Have you hit your head?/" he questioned, using his hands to point to his own head. "Tu casa." Well, he didn't see any blood or anything, but the girl had so much hair it was impossible to tell...