"Aah," said Eli, thoroughly embarrassed. He had not expected to meet a Hebrew in New York who did not speak hardly any English. "I'm - sorry," he said, barely understanding her language more than she understood his. 

Eli gave her a smile, one as warm as he could muster in a time like this. He then gestured to himself and said, "Elijah." Then he asked her, [i]"Ma shimkha?"[/i]

He knew that the other girl would probably be waiting on him, and that the others were probably waiting on the two of them to finish their conversation before making their decision regarding him staying. But he could already tell by the looks on most of their faces that they were for it. 

Elijah removed the one can from his otherwise empty backpack and offered it to the teenage girl. "A peace offering," he said with a smile.