She raised her hands above her head in disgust and rattled off more words I didn't recognize though I did recognize a reference to American. It was spoken with disgust.

"No English?" I clarified. This time, my question was met with almost whispered expletives. Great. We couldn't speak with each other. I stood. She jumped back with wide eyes. I held out my palms; fingers spread to try and indicate I wasn't coming any closer. She stopped moving and watched me warily.

Charades was never my favorite game. I found it embarrassing at best, preferring games that didn't involve physical acting. Here, on the mountain, it would have to become...