Xander watched how the expression on the teacher's face changed and it was more reluctant then he imagined it would be, but the appreciation present was enough for Xander to feel like it wasn't all bad. "Can they communicate with the basic amount that they know? Such as greetings and the like," Xander remarked. There wasn't too much to be said about knowing the basic concepts but he at least was aware of how to greet someone and be polite without looking wholly inadequate after the first couple of weeks. And because he had read ahead. An amused look flickered in his gaze then, and he cocked his head to the side slightly. He'd known the vulgar words from the beginning but that may have partly been thanks to Nik.
"Просто зная, вульгарные слова, не в полной мере захвата или оценивая язык за ними приведет к довольно страшных недоразумений. Забавно, но страшно," Xander commented. Despite Xander's earlier hesitation to respond in Arabic, the Russian flowed off his tongue effortlessly; it was the language he appreciated the most after his native tongue and he had put in twice the work then anybody else to learn it until he could speak it perfectly.
He leaned forward and took the stack of papers from Santiago's outstretched hand, glad to have something to do when he was stuck at home resting, even though he hadn't really been resting since he had been discharged. "Is that what you heard? Being kidnapped doesn't exactly convey a positive outlook," Xander replied, somewhat cynically but he was conveying the impression that he was disgusted with the fact that he'd been kidnapped in the first place. Even if he had done it so his friends could get away. At Santiago's question, Xander let out a small snort of amusement. "Don't mock the interrogator? Not that it would have lessened my broken rib count." He pressed his free hand against his ribs lightly, as if feeling the pain still.