"Su tren llegará en cualquier momento," Carlos mumbled anxiously to the translator who had been brought in case {{user}}'s Spanish had not improved as much as Carlos had hoped, "Son las trece ahora, no?"

Carlos had his hands upon his hips as he paced about in the station, waiting eagerly for the train in from Madrid.

"Ahí está. Ven, ven, hay que saludarla," Carlos announced like a wife awaiting a husband home from war, "Si ella no necesita tu ayuda para entender, déjanos, por favor."