Cisco bent at the water's edge, tipping the canteen into the stream to fill it. He was still getting used to the heat and a part of him almost — almost — wished he'd lopped his hair off before he'd come. After filling it, Cisco took a drink, poured the rest over his head to cool off and then pushed the canteen back into the stream to refill it. He was going to need to make more mud to keep the rocks together.
He hadn't heard anyone approaching, but when he heard the sound of a voice, he looked up. ...and saw one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on. Cisco swallowed thickly, staring back at her.
Jesus Christ, was she one of the goddesses? It took him a second to catch up to the fact that she'd said something and he hadn't understood it. "...say what, now?" he asked, pushing himself up to his feet and looking appropriately confused. It had sounded like gibberish to him, which meant that it could be just about anything other than English or Spanish. "Sorry, what?"