That was when Siobhan went into a small rant in Spanish. She was used to the people around her not quite understanding her when she did that. It was usually that the either didn't understand the words, or they couldn't keep up with the speed at which she said them. "Yo no entiendo esto. No quiero comer. No me importa un bledo la manta. Quiero que deje ir a mi amigo. Te voy a matar si haces daƱo a ninguno de mis amigos. No digo que no puedo hacerlo. Voy a encontrar un camino."
She dropped her arms from being crossed over her chest and walked to the opposite side of the cave. She was angry with him, and she wasn't going to be the obedient, scared little girl she'd been since he'd brought here there. He was hurting her friend, and she couldn't stand for that. If she was anything, she was loyal to her friends, and if that meant he'd get angry with her and break his promise to her, then that would be what happened.