[ At first Clint stares at her hard. Trying to figure out why she's using another language. A language that goes through his head as if running through a translator. He squints at her. The only sign that he understands. ]
Aún no. [ He nods his head. ] Free climbing. Fell from the mountain face. Hit my head. [ As if he suddenly realizes he's having this conversation with a small child. ] How old are you, kid?
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Aún no. [ He nods his head. ] Free climbing. Fell from the mountain face. Hit my head. [ As if he suddenly realizes he's having this conversation with a small child. ] How old are you, kid?