[By the time GLaDOS finishes speaking, Leeloo's already picked up one of the smaller pastries and taken a bite out of it. Maybe it's not exactly the cake her lookalike had in mind, but it counts. Their eyes meet; Leeloo makes a little movement with her head as she chews, gesturing with the hand holding what's left of the snack with three stretched fingers.]

My language, very old. Not documented. [She swallows, indicating with her index finger for emphasis] Told from Priest to Priest. Mondoshawan toh-t [taught] it to them, a long time ago.

Deo Tokemata. [she nods softly, still looking directly into GLaDOS' eyes.] Divine Language.