There's a flinch when she hears her name shouted over the crowd of various people angry over the translation failures, and when she glances to see if it's who the fuck she thinks it is, she sighs and crosses her arms, adopting an irritated stare, "Yes, I fucking speak common, what the fuck happened here?"

The Ferengi, weighing his options for the moment, decides this is the perfect opportunity to slink off before this situation gets any worse.

"One minute everything was fine, and the next minute we couldn't fucking understand each other." There's that familiar irritated scowl at, well. Everything ever.