At his clarifying question, Ariel nodded, giving him a smile. This wasn't so hard, after all. Maybe it'll be just fine. When he held out the sandwich to her, Ariel smiled a little more brightly, reaching for it and whatever the chips are. Both of those are foreign words to her, so she's trusting that he's giving her something that's actually edible. It doesn't really occur to her that he might feel inclined to do anything else.

Ariel takes the sandwich out of its clear baggie and sort of...awkwardly places the bag of chips on her lap, unsure how much she really wants to eat the crinkly material, because she doesn't realize that it's just the packaging with all its bright colors. Looking up at his question, Ariel nods again and smiles. She can write. And read. So that's helpful, right?

The other girl's outburst startles her a little — why is she hitting herself? — but the warm smile contradicts it and Ariel gives an awkward, ever so slightly uncertain one back, her eyes shifting between the girl — Megan, she assumes, which is a pretty name, she guesses, for a human — and the boy who's been helping her.

The explanation has her looking a little confused and decidedly even more uncertain but, chewing on her bottom lip, she offers a little smile and nods.

I traded my voice for a pair of legs back in Atlantis, like an idiot... she's thinking and not necessarily on purpose.