Yuna can't keep up with the rapid flow of Al Bhed, she only knew what her mother had taught her. She shrugs helplessly.

"What were you trying to do?" Auron says, firmly in Yevonese.

"Fro tuac hu-uha cbayg y lejemecat myhkiyka?" she mutters darkly.

"What concern is that of yours?" she retorts, finally slipping out of Al Bhed.

"You nearly killed our summoner. That is our concern."

Lulu says nothing, but her gaze could fell lesser people.

She flicks lightning sideways at the machina. "Experiment."

"You were seeing how many people you could kill with a single bolt of lightening?"

"You're...a mage Al Bhed? I thought Al Bhed couldn't use magic!"

"Oh, I know the answer to that."

She gives Yuna something vaguely resembling a smile. "And yet here I am."

Another voice comes, speaking in Al Bhed again, heralding the arrival of a teenager to the scene. "Sygehk vneahtc ykyeh, cec?"

"Drao cdyndat ed."

"Rammu! E ys Yuna, vnus dra Ecma uv Besaid. E ys y cissuhan. Ed'c mujamo du saad oui pudr," Yuna says, understanding a little more of what they're saying, since it's not rapid-fire and furious.

That gets a sharp narrow-eyed look from the first woman, who's eyes snap to Auron, Kimahri and Lulu, and there's a sense that she's eyeing them up for a fight.

"Oh cool, you speak Al Bhed! Your accent is terrible! I'm Anri, this is my sister Hasira!"

Yuna bows, grinning. "I know, my mother always said so too. She tried her best to teach me!"

Lulu glares right back at Hasira.

Auron rests one hand on his sword.

Anri pokes Hasira in the side. "Stoppit," ey instructs, turns back to Yuna. "But like, we're not born Al Bhed. Which is why Hasira here can do magic. They just took us in."

"Oh! Well. That makes sense. I'm only half Al Bhed, that's why I can. I just thought maybe you were also only half," Yuna says by way of apology.

"Nah. No Al Bhed blood in us."

"Mega uin bynahdc fuimt'ja luhcundat fedr 'raydrahc'," Hasira mutters sourly, nearly too quiet to be overheard.

"There's barely any in me. Only one eye," Yuna says cheerfully, pointing at her green eye.

"Still more than us!" Anri says cheerfully. "So, like, you said you were a summoner? Are you on your pilgrimage?"

"You mean death march."

Yuna recoils, looking down. "It's not like that, I want to complete it. I want to bring the Calm. No one is forcing me."