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"Yeah I know, but I speak both and I get them confused." She paused. "Chaz?" She smiled and nodded. "Good to meet you." Not that I really WANT to meet anyone. "And uhm... about earlier with the... yeah. Sorry." She smiled. "But at least if I hurt you I can help!" She unknowingly switched back to English.

Sarren nodded, seeing the dismiss in his stance she laughed a little.
"Well good.. have we switched to English?" She asked softly. "Damn. I don't really know how to turn it off usually I get stuck speaking French or Spanish for quite a while then suddenly I'll start speaking English again." She looked a little closer at him and frowned. "You sir, need to sleep." She said sternly, taking on her doctorial role.

((I know the basics of french but I cant spell them or anything, so i'll stick to underlining them!))

Sarren spun and smiled.
"True, Spanish and French are very different. But they are both romance languages..." She said with a broad smile. She giggled at Falene's sudden guilt. "The matter at hand is, Thais sent me over here to get acquainted with you. You see, I'm a doctor. And if I'm to stay I suppose you're going to be my right hand man... er.. woman." She gave a tender smile, that showed she meant no harm. She addressed Falene's face as well. more exhausted. "These people... are going to kill them selves if they don't sleep!" She blushed realizing she had spoken aloud and in french. but what she said was true.

At the mention of the other girl being a doctor, Falene immediately felt protective over her acquired position in the group. But that would render me completely useless! Now not only do I not understand their language or customs but I have become only a nurse! Her eyes grew glassy with the agonizing thoughts. Falene didn't think she was much help to the group besides what she did already, and that was now overshadowed. Her eyes were on the girl with a really Bambi-expression, terrified. I will be the right-hand girl now? I was always the first hand! Her cheeks gave some color from frustration and perhaps a little fear. She slid from the counter, looking at the girl's hands, and made an attempt to make the other feel a little less sure of herself, only a small jab to make herself feel a little more important, "Vos mains sont sales..." [Your hands are filthy...] her voice was low and almost scolding, as she reached the the girl's hands, tugging them away from her and over a bucket and poured water over them and she scrubbed them roughly, if not hurriedly. It was more panic that took over.

While she was doing this, she heard Chaz talk. She paused for a moment from scrubbing the girl's hands, not daring look at him. And then she did only to see him looking another direction. She brought her eyebrows together, eyes growing wider and she looked back to concentrate on what she was doing, scrubbing under the girl's fingernails as well, giving her the full treatment. A lady should not keep dirtied nails, she thought. Though this could be seen as a display of kindness, Falene was doing it because she was intimidated. After several moments she poured more water over the girl's hands to wash away the reddish black water into the bucket, and over hers as well. She reached for a towel to dry her hands on and then draped it over the girl's, motioning for her to do the same. She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, "Alors vous etes ici pour prendre mon poste, puis, madame..?" [So you are here to take my position then, miss..?] She spoke a little stronger French now, more proud.. or defensive.. as she inquired the girl's name again, pretending she couldn't remember it. It was a strange name, none that she had ever heard before. Probably some American name, they're always making up new and nontraditional ones...

Yet again Falene brought her eyes to look at Chaz, "Je serais certainement esperer que non. La profession infirmiere est tout ce que j'ai. Pourtant, les implications ..." [I certainly hope not. Nursing is all I have. Still, the implication...] Her voice began as before, falsely strong and proud, but when she spoke of implications, it softened immensely. Her eyes flickered to the ground and back up to Chaz, and then toward Sarren. Her position was still threatened, even if they were meant to work together. Who was to say that she couldn't do it all herself. Sure, having a nurse would help, but would it help enough? Would a nurse help enough that they could afford to feed an extra mouth?

"Are you... ok?" She asked Falene softly. When Falene grabbed her hands and pulled her to the bucket Sarren yanked back. She hated being touched as it was. She hated her hands being cleaned but she was afraid that Falene might try to break her hands if she pulled away. To her it was obvious that Falene wasn't doing this to be kindly. She was doing it to be rude, to jab at Sarren's feelings, and it hurt a little bit. She frowned trying to remember to force out the words that she 'could do it herself'. Sarrens finger nails were long and jagged, they desperately needed to be manicured. The pinky nail had been broken in half down the middle. Once Falene was finally done Sarren took a small step back, hating the initial contact the other woman offered. 'Jesus Mary and Joseph!' She thought scornfully, a want to run away into the wilderness crept up into her throat. But these people might NEED her right? If something happened that a nurse might not know how to deal with? What if Falene was injured and no one knew how to help her. These thoughts nearly masked everything else as she watched the attractive woman's reactions.

Working her reaction out in her mind, Sarren dried her own hands and gave a very gentle touch to Falene's shoulder. In a very tender voice she said "A doctor is only as good as their nurse. I'm not good for most things, not to mention that I hate people." When asked for her name she smiled. It was a name from a book her mother had read, it was African. Meaning Small Hunter. Or Awkward Child. Sarren had picked it, as her parents didn't believe in naming their children. "And its Sarren." She listened to Falene falsely strong voice and frowned. "A doctor is nothing without a nurse." If this... Thais chose to extradite the french woman from the group because of her, Sarren would have none of it. if she had to vanish she would. "I'm sorry if I offended you"

Chaz nodded to Falene. He looked to Sarren and rubbed one eye, a mistake he cursed himself with. He told himself he wasn't tired, and he believed it. His body, however, betrayed him. Before Sarren could say anything, he told her, "I'm heading out on patrol to keep watch" He said a hustled out the door, leaving Falene and Sarren behind.

(OOC: Up to you, im gonna go fall asleep in the dirt lol maybe, i'm gonna remain outside all night)