"No," she admitted. "Just English and I understand Angry Irish Mother." Pippin chuckled. Her mom could be loud when she wanted to be, and usually it had been directed at her brothers.
Ragnar. Swimming. Ragnar. Wet. Oh my god. Pippin cursed her active imagination! Once more her cheeks were pink. "Um. Yeah. Sure." Ah! Something to look at that wasn't the floor or that smile of his! Pippin turned to look at the vignette of the industrious family.
"Oh yeah," she said in perfect understanding. "I get it. Not that I moved around much, but most people aren't interested in the things I am so I learned how to be ok with just me for company." Then she grimaced. "And older brothers. They really didn't help."
She pulled out the mini EMF detector then aimed it at the ship. Being so small, Pippin had to get closer. "Most of them aren't visible to the unaided eye. Think of it like a thin wall. You can hear your neighbors, but you can't see them."