Ami closes her eyes and listens closely. Yeah, when it's slower she can kind of hear a cadence to it that could be structure, make out particular patterns that maybe could be words. It's such a strange language, though. She's stumbled onto a Youtube video or two about languages from faraway lands that include sounds very, very different from English phonemes, but Elleru's sounds like it's all those. It's as if her people learned to talk from birds.

... Which, hey, for all she knows, might actually be the case! We're off the edge of the map here, after all.

Her train of thought is interrupted by a gentle, but distinctly non-robotic, tug on her scalp, and she opens her eyes... to find Elleru playing with her hair.

UM.

Ami's face heats, and she sits up quickly, brushing her hair behind her ear and avoiding eye contact. It is a thing uprights do, yes, but nnnnnot with people they just met.

"Uh - sorry. I just - could you not -" She's not quite sure how to articulate her discomfort, though. Elleru's been so nice, and Ami doesn't want to drive her off or anything.