Miguel's face lit up. He knew Spanish! This was going to be a nice change... It was difficult trying to explain people to be calm and not to panic, not to mention answer questions, when there was a language barrier.
That was precisely why Miguel was stuck with the garbage. He didn't mind the garbage though, actually preferring the solitude and the chance to think.
"/It's okay./" Miguel looked at him in concern. Dizzy spells? "/Do you need some help getting to the infirmary?/" Who cared about the garbage if this guy needed help?