Uh-oh. Miguel of Housekeeping couldn't speak English worth a damn. Jamie had thought there might've been a chance but when Miguel couldn't even figure out 'help', he knew. Oh how he knew.
And he kept using Spanish words that Jamie just didn't understand though he was fairly certain he got the gist of it. Miguel did not want him to help. He was housekeeping and Jamie was a passenger. One of them had the actual job here.
From the corner of the room, he picked up an acoustic guitar. Although there was no reason to practice now as likely they wouldn't be performing again, he still felt like playing, "Alright well... I'm going to the living room. To practice." He held up the guitar a little in indication and made his way out of the room.