"Almost definitely," Yolanda nodded, wide eyed and exaggerated seriousness. "One more kind word and I'm yours, minnaar." 

She often reverted back to her native tongue of Afrikaans, the words feeling more suited for her mouth than English. She was nowhere near unskilled in English; she couldn't have got the job had she been. But she sometimes struggled with pronouncing longer words in a way that could be understood.

Yolanda decided to enlighten Omega this time. "That means lover, by the way."