Carlita recognised that the language the girl with the bright red hair spoke was English, but the words were kind of a fuzzy blur. Funny sort of abomination, a smiling redhead. Normally the creatures were...well, devils. Not fairly attractive white women. She tipped her head to one side and asked in her rapid Spanish gabble "Why are you speaking English? No-one in my mind speaks English. I don't speak any English so why would you? None of this makes any sense. Or less sense than usual. Speak Spanish okay? If you're my spirit guide or whatever that's what you have to do." Carlita always spoke too quickly and said too much. It was one of her flaws. But her tone was not paniced as such. Just a mild, amused anooyance. Slight undertones of confusion. Maybe the fear would come when she was less confused. Or, y'know, when something scary happened, as opposed to just unsettleing and very weird
She walked towards the girl still scrutinizing her, her Virgin Mary peeking through her fingertips in order to get a glimpse, too. It was important that her protector saw what the situation was, Carlita had decided. There were always rules to this kind of mystical weirdness.