While Magne wasn't aware that she was coming off terribly formal, she's already realized that her speech pattern is drastically different from Lev's. The little quirks of accent and tics on the ends of sentences, and she has to wonder where they're from. They all have the knowledge of the native language in their heads when they arrive on the Isle, but she knows that her own language is still in there, just like everyone else's.

Guiding them along, Magne glances back in kind, just to make sure that nothing was following the sounds of their voices. They seem safe, at least for now, so she can turn her attention to the fancy little markings on their forehead. "I hadn't actually thought anything of it. In my world you wouldn't be looked at twice, to be honest." After all, they look totally human, they seem by and large fairly polite, their fashion is actually quite nice, even if it is a bit impractical for the current circumstances. "Do you think you've got something to do with the stars falling? You weren't here when the earthquake hit, were you? I'm inclined to say coincidence, personally."