Agatha jumped out of the way as well. Thankfully she wasn't carrying anything this time.

"Oh, sorry," she said, thinking. "English, French, Latin...?" She was pretty sure from the limited sample that he was speaking German, but... she could be wrong. Germanic for certain though. Oh why hadn't she paid more attention in world linguistics rather than sketching out plans for inventions that back then never would have worked?

A small creature was perched on her shoulder, an orange weasel of some sort with six legs, bolts in its neck and extraordinarily sharp teeth. It skittered down her side to get closer to Momiji to sniff him.