Kazia flushed, mildly embarrassed, as the tall blonde youth beside her noticed her laughter. He seemed gentle enough, addressing her softly, and quite polite and articulate. He introduced himself as Henry. The girl scrambled with her thoughts for a moment, sorting out which voice she was going to use. It wasn't much of a challenge, really- she would use her best friend's. Lena had always been talkative, and as soon as she'd figured out that Kazia couldn't make words on her own, she'd had Kazia write what she wanted to be said and would read it off. The result was that Kazia had conversational phrases that worked without being too disjointed. "My name is Kazia Andrysiak." She said, in reply to Henry, her English quite accented - Lena had been taking classes in it, but she was by no means fluent. "It is nice to meet you." She had to switch voice for the next question, bought it was to another of her female classmate's, not noticeable to someone not paying perfect attention. "Have you ever been on a [i]plane[/i] before?" Damn it, that sounded too childlike, the curiosity of a young girl who'd never been in the sky before. Oh well. As she spoke to Henry, she noticed a tall, very thin boy approach her. In good English - though still slightly hesitant - he asked if she was Polish. She turned to look at him, realizing as he spoke that he, too, was from her country. She flashed him a soft smile, switching back to her native language- well, switching back to Lena's Polish. "Yes. It would be nice, to become friends." She hesitated for a moment, wincing at her disjointed voice. "My name is Kazia. What is yours? Also. Would you sit with me?" She patted the bench next to her. Someone else- a tall young man, sitting next to an exceptionally sullen-looking girl, spoke up loud enough for everyone in the truck to hear, reminding them to get used to their aliases. Right. Crap. The small girl turned to the two males beside her. "As far as the rest of the world knows... I am Anna Slaski." She bit her lip, realizing that she'd used her grandmother's voice for the first part of the line, and then one of her friend's voices for the last part, a clear change. (Anna Slaski was the protagonist in one of their favorite books - a terribly obscure one that someone who wasn't Polish wouldn't know, and even most Polish people likely wouldn't - when they were small, and the line had been stolen from when they were playing pretend once.) She wondered if anyone would notice and realize that her "superpower" was her mimicry.