Of course. Expecting someone outside of her people to know sign was perhaps too hopeful. That confused look, something that reminded her of a lost animal, told her that he didn't understand before he said anything. Luckily, most of the Flesh-Scribed like to play charades every now and then. Charades and poker, actually. Sighing quietly, she rolled her shoulders back and prepared to think of the best way to get her point across. Bringing her hands in front of herself, she formed her hands into a crude pistol shape.
Tilting her head at a different voice, her blue eyes slid toward the source. Ah, the one she'd stood behind before. She had to look down slightly at him due to the difference in their height. Crossing her arms over her chest while he spoke, she looked between him and Patraeko. All the mention of the cyborg's robots seemed like he wanted to pick a fight. Or maybe he was just blunt and didn't spend time to think of the way his words would come across.
Kayha uncrossed her arms and started to sign, this time to the rough-voiced younger man. "You can understand my sign? Her usually stone-still face twitched, her mouth curving into a tiny smile at the edges of her lips. "It would be refreshing."