She also sighs. She says another sentence in her language, not actually expecting him to understand her.

Time to consider her options. She could just leave him out here, she supposes, and come with a language poppet later and try to talk to him. But that sounds like quite a lot of effort. She'd really rather not.

Grumbling, she retrieves her map, and motions for the strange falling house man to come look at it.