Oh whoops.  Shrug, point to her ear, shake her head.  

Once Khalida's finished copying, she'll settle in with a clean leaf of scratch paper and try to make a list of- actually, all the spells she knows for sure exists, if she starts listing off wild rumors it'll take forever and be worse than useless.  Then another page for the gods and their symbols and aspects (the decent ones anyway, she's not naming the Evil ones here), then a very bad map of Golarion the Inner Sea region, which probably won't mean much even if somebody Comprehends it but at least she'll have it to hand around.

...she probably should've gotten some words in their language while she had Tongues up.

He looks over at curiously at the holy symbols, if she lets him. He’ll point at a few and cautiously guess.

“Silvanus?” he asks of Gozreh’s symbol, but doesn’t seem very surprised at the no; a leaf isn’t an uncommon sort of thing. None of the other Inner Sea gods get any recognition.

When she gets to Ancient Osirion deities, he startles. He’ll identify Ra, Anubis, Bes, Hathor, and Sobek - although he pronounces that one as Sebek.

Emboldened by this success, he tried a few of his own. Two hands tied together? Skeletal arm gripping scales? Scales over an anvil? Hammer over an anvil?

Gauntlet? Gauntlet with an eye on it? Eyes surrounded by stars?  A circle of stars, with no eyes?

A crescent moon, a heart, an oak tree, or a setting sun? A rose over some stalks of grain?

An incredibly bad rendition of a unicorn head? A worse attempt at a naked Drow woman?

[The map]

"Oh huh!"  She's really not sure what to make of her country's not very interventionist old gods being better known on another [plane/t] than like, Nethys or Sarenrae or Pharasma, but her sudden piles of questions are going to have to wait until one or the other of them has a translation spell again.

The two symbols with scales get a thoughtful squint, and she draws a set on her own paper next to the key and crossed paths, but smaller, with a wiggly uncertain hand gesture, "Abadar?"  After a moment, she digs around in her pack and comes up with a couple of copper coins, passes them from one hand to the other, and sets them next to this set of symbols. 

Hammer and anvil prompts her to add a tentative hammer next to a different name, "Torag?", gesture at about the height of her shoulder, and shrug.

Most of the others get shrugs; she taps the eye in a triangle on her paper and says "Aroden", gestures back and forth between her butterfly and his stars with "Desna?" and another shrug, and indicates that her sheaf of grain belongs to "Jaidi".

He sort of shrugs at the Abadar. “Waukeen?” he tentatively offers, pointing at the coins.

He points at the Dwarven cleric when Khalida gets to the hammer over the anvil. “Moradin,” he agrees, and adds a flame over an anvil as well. 

Apparently his grain is Chantea. He considers the triangle and eye, and adds a symbol of his own. “Deneir,” he indicates.

The butterfly gets a headshake.

More shrugging.   She'll put the coins back and get started on the map- nobody's going to recognize any landmarks but it'll save time on a translation spell to have it already drawn- and hopefully somebody else is producing some food at some point since she is not exactly packed for a patrol, but either way she has new spell notes to bury herself in for the rest of the evening.