Carlita's face fell as she sensed the tension between Angelica and the Priest. She called out after her red-headed rescuer "Angelica? Don't go! I hope I didn't offend her somehow..." she sighed softly, she liked Angelica, she seemed so capable somehow. She didn't want to be left alone with an odd man who may or may not be a Priest. or she had the wrong end of the stick. Very, very possible. She turned to face Alex. "Maybe YOU offended her. I can't even speak her language, how could I have done it? And now you're speaking Latin at me? you're a strange sort of priest." She tugged at her hair and pondered what he'd said to her in Latin. Bizarre - why on earth would she understand some dead language better than English? Sure, Spanish had it's roots in Latin, but come on.
Nomen... nomen meant name. Perhaps. Well, she'd already told him that. But she would persevere. "Carlita. My name is Carlita." This was going to be...very very tricky. To say the least. She bit her lip once more and attempted English. "Essplain here, please. No Guatemala. No America. Where?"