Compared to what she just heard coming out of the man's mouth mere seconds prior, the Southern twang sounded almost alien.

"'Translator'?" she echoed, "Does that have anything to do with that odd badge I was given after debriefing in the sick ward?" Rubbing her head, the copper still felt a lack of ease; after all, she was in space, and slightly seasick, for that matter. "Probably doesn't help matters since I think I left it on my cot." DRAT.