Sparrow's gaze darted between Diarmuid and the Belter, Keith as he had introduced himself. Things seemed to have slowed a bit, but the tension between Diarmuid and Smoker was still palpable in the air. She was worried that a fight would break out, or worse. The smile that Diarmuid offered her soothed the anxiety to some degree, but only just. Her attention focused back onto the Belter in front of her, watching his hands intently as she tried to follow along with what he was trying to convey to her. He seemed kind enough. The movements that he made were slow and deliberate, intending to not startle her. He'd said that Wren was looking for her, and she felt a weight lift off of her chest. Frightened as she was, she recognized that she needed to speak if she wanted to keep the men from pulverizing her impromptu rescuer. Her signing was slow, a clear indication of how much pain she was in. "Sparrow. Everyone calls me Sparrow." She responded to his first question, then she looked to Shepherd and back to the Belter before she continued. "What are they saying?" She asked for him to relay the information with several motions of her hands, not wanting to intervene into a situation that didn't need it.