Juhi took the toilet paper gently from his hand. "Oh no no, my room is fine. Wait..uh..//Do you speak Spanish?//" Juhi asked in Spanish. Her foster parents had spoken it well and she had picked it up easily as a child, and still retained at least a conversational level of it. "//My room is clean enough, I don't dirty it much. Thank you, though.//"
Juhi wondered if the man even knew what was going on with the ship, since he seemed to speak little English. Poor guy. "//My name is Juhi,//" She said with a smile at him.