[She nods, really quite caught up in the way Kuja talks. The birdsong her godfather has taught her relies on metaphor and imagery, is impossible to translate literally.]

I think I understand. [It still sounds painful, to her, but she is not Kuja.]

I practice everyday. My godfather taught me. I've been learning since I was tiny. But... it's so I can understand him, not for performance.

[Her godfather's attempts to speak English are painfully stunted, filled with stuttering and the same humming Mahalia will use when she's unsure of her wording. It was sad to hear it, when his communication in the birdsong was so fluid and bright.]