Another completely unfamiliar face, but someone just as wide-eyed, thoroughly soaked, and unpleased looking as everyone else she's spotted, because people keep erupting from that fountain. Since the moment she managed to crawl out, it hasn't stopped pushing up more and more people behind her. Like it's a door someone's shoving people through.

She doesn't approve and she's considering the fountain with narrowed eyes, at the whole door concept, wondering what the hell would happen if she jumped back in and swam down. Now that she knows not to breathe. How deep could it be? What if it was that simple, even if nothing was ever that simple?

The guy asking her the rough, sudden, question, snaps her attention back, and her eyebrows furrow. It takes a second to catch up with the fact he's speaking Spanish. She's not even sure she's heard Spanish spoken, even once, in the better part of a decade. Since the last time she was on Earth, and it was probably pushing a good ways back to even get that last time.

Jo shook her head, praying for his sake he wasn't as screwed as Thorfinn had been. "No Spanish. Any English?"