Miguel turned when the man spoke, blinking in clear confusion at the English. "Help?" he repeated, over-enunciating the H-sound. Miguel looked at the blanket he had been tucking in, processing in a quietly baffled manner. Finally, he said, "Ayudame?"
Certain, at last, that he had gleaned an understanding of the question, Miguel flashed the other man a smile. "No. I am Housekeeping." Again, he tapped the badge on his shirt. "Trabajo." Yes, this was his job, and he didn't need help. But... "Gracias."