*blinks at you, first with surprise (deaf), then bewilderment (drawing?)*
*automatically bends down to pick up the papers that have fluttered to the ground on her side of the wall*
*straightens up to hand them to you, shaking her head but continuing anyway (maybe you can lip-read)* Stop the chest pains in your palm? I'm sorry; I don't understand what you're saying. *takes in your irritation and wonders then whether there's a chance you actually belong here in some capacity and she's just not aware of it*
*smiles either way* I'm Arakáno and this is my cousin Turcafinwë's land. But maybe you already know that?