A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
"Right now nothing, the maelstrom broke it. Used to be I'd use it to tell time, play music, take pictures, read articles, order food, check a map. - most of that wouldn't have worked here anyway, it needs the internet and I suspect they don't have one on this planet."
Baaaaaaaaaby! She will dredge up all the songs she knows even if she has to mumble "something something" in place of lyrics; the songs are all in Anitami and it probably won't make a difference. Smiley baby.
"...how'd you know it was a lullaby, all the songs I know are in Anitami and not the language we're speaking."
"...yes, but it said it in another language. I didn't expect you to understand, uh, any of the songs," thank goodness she doesn't know most of the lyrics to Springfriend Shimmy.
"Because I didn't expect you to speak Anitami. I guess if the maelstrom let me speak the local language something may've given you Anitami but mostly I expect people to only understand languages they've heard a lot of in the past."