Emily squinted, then finally turned to actually see whoever she was talking to. Confirmed clothed, though he was kinda cute—not worrying about that right now. Right now was languages time.
In Dutch, she said, "I wouldn't be surprised if we've managed to make them real-time now, but then shouldn't I hear your voice and the translation? Or is it somehow muting what we're actually saying to dub over? Is my mouth forming the words you're hearing?" Maybe this was all some weird dubbed live reality TV. Sure.
She nodded. "Part-time, still working on my postgraduate studies, though. Microbiology, which hopefully doesn't have anything to do with makeup beyond the occasional Propionibacterium, but professors love to let you whip up random stuff in orgo lab. Hope you don't need sunscreen, though; ours was not the greatest-smelling." Not the worst, either, but that was neither here nor there. "The martinis sound a little more pleasant."
Thankfully James Bond was common enough knowledge to get a snort out of her. If you wanted to debate something like Die Hard being a Christmas movie she'd immediately get lost, though.
"Well, if you can make the drinks and I can synthesize the paracetamol, this must be the special painkiller division."
