Dragoncrest Cliffs Lights up on Washington Heights

He smiles briefly, dipping his head. He knows it could have been much worse for him - it is a small source of guilt although he does not pry too deeply into his innermost thoughts. It's over now, Drageda is fine, Heda thanked him for his service. Et cetera. She changes the subject and he gladly follows, surprised a little that she recognizes the language. Though then again, it's not as if he hasn't met other French-speakers in the Teekons. "Oui," he answers, "My mother was French. I'm not fluent, but I have retained some small bits and bats." The titan tilts his head curiously and asks, "do you speak it too?"