[He is not speaking English. Or even American, she's quite sure. But the food he has, the whole tray of it, looks bloody brilliant and it smells absolutely heavenly.]

Did you spend your whole card on your meal? [She slides into the chair across from him, very curious about all he has in front of him.] That's easily worth hundreds of pounds, where I come from. Whatever a buhrber is. [The poor manners don't both her in the slightest.]