Tending to few little trees that were struggling to survive, Samira was bent over one, trying to give it enough water to last the heat of Cairo. Being the only one out, she heard the random footsteps as the stranger walked down the street. She blinked slightly and approached the sandstone wall that fenced their area off. It only came to waist height but it was enough to prove land boundaries where they lived. The house that was behind her was far grander than most of the homes here, wealth being part of the reason she was married off.
Hearing him speak a word in English, she figured he was from the America's. "Sir, help can I?" She asked him curiously. While her English was not perfect, she knew enough to converse momentarily with tourists. Her voice was soft but was thick with her accent. She let her eyes wander over his body, taking in his clothing. He was not dressed like most tourists, nor was he dressed like an Egyptian. she didn't know what to think of who he was.