Connie's mouth opens and closes a few times, then her brow furrows. True, she'd deducted that the Gems had some kind of universal visual and auditory translation field, but she figured that was the advantage of being part of a manufactured to order species. This was either something out of science fiction or high fantasy, and considering the wide variety of attire the passengers of the airship were wearing, Connie was willing to place her bets on it being something of both.

"I... hm. I know just enough Japanese to, um, embarrass myself in front of a native speaker, so we probably have some kind of universal translation field thing going on here." Looking out at the crowd once again, a metaphorical lightbulb goes on above Connie's head. "Wait a second. Universal translation to get over language barriers, a bunch of people from planets with conditions enough like Earth to produce humanoid species with similar mindsets, social norms, and cultures... this is like those crisis crossovers DC and Marvel do every once in a while! Except, um. Real. And way bigger than would be manageable by an comic company. And, uh, with a lot more multiverses involved. If that makes any sense at all. Which I honestly doubt it does. The simile kinda, um, ran away from me there."