With Communication.

"Asalamu alaikum," she heard, and stopped dead in her tracks. A few meters to the right a man stood and she turned to towards him. "Wa Ailaikum il salam," she replied. Quietly. They both looked uncomfortable, but not painfully so. He spoke. His accent was so thick, to her it sounded like song. She had no idea what he said. She made a deliberate movement, as if shrugging off the shackles of social norms and took a step closer. He relaxed a little. But not too much. He didn't take a step. "Na'am?" she said. He repeated. Just as thick, only with hand movements. She paused. Thought. Trying to coax his sounds to words. She repeated what she thought she heard. It occurred to him that she might be daft. All he wanted, was the way to the door.