A question uttered in broken English startled Kyle due to the quiet that had surrounded him, the assistant looking over to find a tanned woman with dark eyes watering the stumpy trees that were trying so desperately to stay alive in the searing heat. He wiped some of the sweat forming on his brow as he approached the barrier between the two and offered her an apologetic smile. She was trying to help, even with her fragmented linguistic ability. He could appreciate her earnestness, especially seeing as Americans weren't exactly welcome in Egypt. Paul had made it VERY clear that they were in hostile territory with "ungrateful zealots" and that Kyle was to avoid interacting with anyone that sniffed of insanity. This young lady, with her soft, delicate eyes and flowing dark hair, didn't pose a threat. In fact, she was rather attractive, making her instantly safe in Kyle's mind. 

He cleared his throat, then proceeded to speak in Egyptian Arabic, speaking being a very generous way of describing what came out:
"I go to home...home is left...left..." He shook his head, then chuckled. 
"Let's try this again." He muttered in English before jumping back into the Arabic he had crammed into his mind last week:
"Home...Cairo...go back..." And that was the best he could do without sounding like a guttural fish. He then tried English:
"I'm trying to get back to Cairo...can you help point the way?"