"Ah-what--" She's already surprising him with the names that he's unfamiliar with when she drops the latter part, and Esteban's eyes grow as large as dinner plates again.

"Six hundreds?" he asks with a thin voice, before holding both hands up, needing a bit of space again. It's easier for him to swallow this now, knowing-- somewhere, somewhat distantly-- that if there are many languages on one world alone, then it's bound to be that there are to be more in many worlds. The number is large, yes, and after the initial surprise, he's more surprised that she's managed to learn them all.

"Alright-- Galactic Basic." He supposes it's her version of Common. "What's the aurebesh?" he asks following that, unsure if she means a language or... a signal? As for the rest-- "I know three languages; so three sounds good to me? Six hundred won't fit." Not in his tiny journal, at least. He's smiling even though he has to cut the number shorter than he'd want, but that's not really the point of the exercise for him after all.

"Let's say Basic, then y'r first language, an' your fav'rite language?" Three total, right? Maybe? "Just make sure t' include how to write y'r name in all three?" Because, though he loves the alphabets that his friends leave with him-- little pieces of their worlds that Esteban can hold dear and closely-- ultimately, that is one thing he can do. He can write their names, in their language. Languages.

He likes having this little shard of his friends.