He had her attention when he slipped back into Spanish, and when he said what he did...

There was a moment when her smile faltered, her face falling slightly at the weight of the words. She didn't know what the truth was. She had never gone back to ask. All the evidence, though, pointed to her being a disappointment to her family for what she was. 'An abomination in the Lord's eyes' as they would say.

She swallowed hard and looked back at her food, her smile a little softer now.

"Es lo que hay," she answered him. The only answer she really did have for the situation. There was no use dwelling on what was and couldn't be changed. And even if there were answers, she didn't think she wanted them. She had the chance to go home and get answers many times, but had intentionally passed them up.

She was moving forward, instead.

Her smile became a little more genuine as he talked about artisans and what he had called Jill. "She was really nice. I'm glad she was the one that found me. Especially if artisans are so rare."

She ate some of her fruit, talking between grapes. "So, what are you?"