"Thank you," she said, placing her empty glass on a waiter's tray as he went by. "But you haven't heard my Mandarin and Arabic, so don't be too impressed." She smirked. She could get by with them, but she would in no way call herself fluent.

"How about yourself? You look like a man who can speak French," she said, also remember how effortlessly the train station name had rolled off his tongue at the bar.