"maybe i should say sorry to that one guy for being a jerk in a way" she shrugged

"Which one of the many guys that fit in that category are you talking about?" Yahaira says, only half teasing.

she rolled her eyes playfully "the one that works in the medical den who does sign language and is way hotter than u" she said teasing her a little

Yahaira shrugs and says only being half serious, "I mean, it's up to you to apologize for being your natural self." She chuckles and continues, not being serious at all, "And, sure, you may think he's hotter than me but that just means I'm way more beautiful than you. Not that I ever doubted it."

"u say that because luke likes u and u like him and im naturally unlikable" she says sarcastically laughing and walking towards the medical den

"Luke is a friend and you are a friend, so of course I like you both. And Luke likes you too because friends like each other." Yahaira says with a nod.
Azrail was cleaning up, tidying things up to make sure that whenever they needed something next they'd know where it is.

"ur just the youngest out the group" she says giggling leaning on the door way of the medical den trying to see how shes going to attack this situation since shes horrible at talking to people

Azrail looks up and smiles at Vania. He puts one more thing away before asking how he could help the two. Yahaira waits for someone to translate, not sure what those hand motions meant. To her, it seemed rather pointless to wave your arms and hands around in an attempt to communicate when you could simply talk and say things.

She smiles back before responding by signing -i came to say that im sorry for being rude to you and could you help my friends nose she got scratched - she looked at yahaira

Azrail let's her know that all was forgiven and the past is in the past, before glancing at Yahaira to see how bad the scratch was.
Yahaira looks back at Azrail and Vania when he glances at her. "Oh great, what did she say about me?" She asks Azrail. Azrail finds a piece of paper and pencil so he could talk.
'Just said that got scratched on your nose and she wants me to help you.' Azrail writes, showing the paper to Yahaira. While she was reading it, Azrail was busy mixing a few things together. He got the salve ready and gently applied it to her scratch. He placed the container he had used down, wiped his hands on a towel, and took the paper and pencil back, 'I know it may feel weird and you'll probably want to rub it all off, but it won't work if you do that.' Yahaira makes a face but nods her head in understanding.