Jack comes to a stop and he looks a bit confused. "Mom? Sorry, I'm not your mom and no this isn't a perception filter. You're not some kind of strange fairy are you?" Jack asks and he's been a bit weary of the supposed good ones that flit about the camp.

He looks at the dragon on his shoulder and back to the girl who speaks Welsh. "So Welsh is a native language of this planet? We're doomed!" Jack points over to the dragon and he could just name it exactly what it is in Welsh. "He was a gift by someone who works here."