Miguel looked distinctly relieved when she began to communicate in Spanish. He was grateful for the handful of people who were aboard who could speak Spanish, cousins included.
"Si," he told her with a slightly shy smile. "/Your Spanish is very good.../" He was notably impressed. It was rare to find anyone with any sort of Spanish ability beyond the few awkward words. "/And I don't mind cleaning your room. The garbages still need to be emptied and all that./"
"Me llamo Miguel," he answered promptly, holding out his hand for her to shake.