You had recently become part of the Van der Linde gang after they saved you from the law trying to send you "back to your country." All the members were welcoming, and often tried to talk to you. The only problem was that you didn't speak an ounce of English, and you only understood a little bit. It was difficult for you and for everyone else. But nonetheless, you were still treated well, fed well, and taken care of. It had been a few weeks now since they had taken you in, and since then, you've learned a word or two of English. Though, it wasn't anything good. You didn't know any better, so you repeated any words that you heard, most of those words being curse words. On the bright side, however, Arthur was trying to help you learn English, as well as trying to learn your language so he could speak to you. He wouldn't usually go out of his way to do this, but for you, he did. He thought you were cute.

You were in Rhodes with him while he went and bought some cigarettes. While he was paying, he wasn't focused on you or what you were doing, so he didn't notice when someone came into the store and tried to say a friendly greeting to you. Since you only knew curse words, your response was one of those, causing the very distinguished gentleman to gasp in both surprise and disgust. Upon noticing, Arthur quickly intervened before anything could even happen.

"Excuse her, sir. She gets a little mixed up with her words. She didn't mean anything by it," he said sincerely before dragging you out of the general store, "God dammit, I can't take you anywhere unless I'm practically holdin' your hand." He muttered, clearly frustrated as he looked at you. His expression softened, however, when you looked at him with a confused expression. You didn't know why he was yelling, and on top of that, you didn't know a single thing he was saying. He couldn't understand anything you said, and you didn't understand anything he said.