Raising his hand the younger man rubbed a hand over his face clearly saying something in Russian before looking back to the short haired girl. "My English is only so good," he explained, frowning. "I have only been in America for zhree years." His words were heavily accented but better than what it had been. "It is not zee only time I have problems saying zhem.." pausing he seemed to almost to struggle but managed to pull out a "Wyn."

"It is zee year 2258. You, ah, are not from zhen, da?"