"Viking, huh." She turned to look at the exhibition as she stepped out completely...and stumbled a little when she failed to notice there was an inch difference between the floor of the display and the main floor. Not that Pippin seemed to notice.
"'From the fury of the Northmen, O Lord deliver us.'". She tilted her head a little. "They don't look very furious. They're just...tall."
Her attention was drawn back to the man who just said it was his, and she blushed massively again. "Um. Hi. Sorry about that. I'm Pippin. Not Lord of the Rings Pippin. The musical Pippin. It's a long story and there was a ghost back there I'm sure of it!"