"No." A beat. "Taler du dansk?" When he shakes his head no, she presses onward. "Spreek je Nederlands? Parlez-vous français?" She stretches for the limits of her language proficiencies, despite not knowing if she can carry on a real conversation in either of her last two options. "Talar þú íslensku? ...Parla italiano?"

She sees the recognition light in his eyes and groans immediately.

"Fuck."