Hazel eyes widen in wonder when Remylebeau speaks in an unknown tongue but the strange flat stone-which-is-not speaks Greek.

"The stone speaks?" she asks, and looks immediately surprised and somewhat mistrustful when the box throws out the same strange tongue in a voice she recognizes as female, though not hers. Or at least if it is, she doesn't sound like that to her own ears. "How-- how... can this... be?"

Her words begin to falter as she tries to speak and listen at the same time to the lovely sounds of her native Greek transforming into something so foreign she can't name it.