Woman. Okay. That at least gave him some additional verbal pronouns.

Raylan's attention stuttered as she say's 'Malcolm'. "Wait, Malcolm?"

None of his questions would be answerable by Callisto so Raylan got up, setting his plate on the little porch table with a finger held up at her. Two seconds.

A minute or so later, Raylan was striding back out to the porch with Malcolm in tow and he gestures at Callisto. "I dunno why but she says we need you for translation; can you understand her? What the hell is she speaking?"