Javier sat by his bedroll, a blanket tightly wrapped around him — he hadn’t been expecting to flee Mexico let alone be taken in by a gang.

It had been a few days, being clothed and fed certainly was welcome, though, there was one issue. The language barrier.

You sat at the campfire, which was only a few paces from his bedroll. And here he made the decision to use his minimal English knowledge to converse, silently approaching.

“.. Cold night, yes?” He mumbled, sitting a safe distance away.