Hans waved his feet as Elizabeth ate. He said nothing, did nothing, he only looked. When she finally spoke and introduced herself, a thousand questions sprung to mind - but he decides to answer hers, for now.<br/><br/>"You're in Oslo now, in Norway. I am from here. The city is... how do you say it? Normal? Yeah, pretty normal. And if someone will miss me... I won't miss them at all."<br/><br/>He springs down from his barrel.<br/><br/>"I am an orphan. Learnt English from the priest. Good man... only good man I know."<br/><br/>He cocks his head at the girl, frowning.<br/><br/>"What about you, little girl? Why are you here with these pirates? You do not look like a pirate to me. And you sound more like a princess."<br/><br/>He rocks back and forth on heel and toes, hands behind his back, curious for her answer. he clearly wasn't too shy himself, even though curiosity should have been beaten out of him by now.