The approving nod has her smiling a little more genuinely; one of her favorite parts about wandering the seas is encountering new languages, new words, new ways to say things. Her attention is focused on their path and the words he's speaking, but she freezes when she sense movement.

The man who appears looks a lot like the first one, though he's smaller. She tenses slightly when she catches sight of the axe, but the words are polite and friendly, the accent impressive. "I'm Captain Uhura. My ship was damaged, so we anchored off shore to make repairs... And you are?"

She catches sight of the eyeroll and arches an eyebrow at Saval, listening intently to their words and trying to commit as much as she can to memory. Getting used to the pronunciation will make it a lot easier to pick up words, but it'll take time. "What did he ask about my friends?"