That isn't really very helpful, and though the language barrier frustrates her, it intrigues her as well. She wonders if they'll be around long enough for her to pick up anything. For that matter, she wonders what the hell it is they do speak. She cycled through all the languages commonly spoken in these waters, and he clearly recognized none of them except for English.

When he offers her name, she smiles, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Uhura," she says, pointing to herself. "Captain Uhura." He might understand the title, but it's important to her, a critical part of her identity. She falls into step beside him, also not keen to have him behind her. After a few paces she points to a tree and says, "Tree.... What is it in your language?" A small gesture in his direction, a request.