Carlita nodded, and returned the smile - although hers was a fullb odied large-toothed grin which made her eyes crinkle and her nose twitch. "So we know each other's names. Angelica. Very pretty. This place is very pretty, actually, so oddly coloured and bright - almost technicolour. If only I wasn't so wet." She was gazing around the strange purple land with wide eyes, trying to absorb everything. She pronounced Angelica's name as if it had a soft "J" instead of a hard "G" but it was close enough, and although her speech was still rapid she seemed to be calming down.
Carlita bit her lip softly as she watched the man pray. "Katoleek Preezt" she muttered to herself, mimicing Angelica.. he didn't look like any priest she'd ever seen. And was he speaking Latin? Probably - it was the traditional language of Mass. Shame she didn't really understand much of it outside of what was used repeatedly in the services at home. But it was clearly all part of the test. She wrapped her damp blanket around herself to cover her legs a little more, and realised she had left her pillow back in the main field where she had arrived. She hoped it didn't get too waterlogged out there. Silly, to worry about a pillow in a situation like this, but it was something from home she could cling to.
"Are we disturbing him?" She whispered to Angelica with a childlike curiosity.