[[OOC: I'm so, so sorry I haven't posted to this thread. xx; I forgot about it in the last moments of midterms. Back now. .__.;; ]]
Nicholas smiled, nodded - understanding of her language problems even if he didn't presently have them himself. He only had to remember back a few years, before he'd learned French and, naturally, he had to work with a Frenchman who knew about two words of English ("yes" and, if he remembered correctly, "biscuit"). He shook his head at the offered cigarette with a, "No, thanks, I don't." Never had gotten into that habit.
The questions didn't quite strike him as nosy - or maybe the reason they didn't was because he was so used to hearing them. Being a spy and all helped one get accustomed quickly to interrogations, and this was infinitely more pleasant than the ones the Germans occasionally hauled him in for. "London," he replied cheerfully. "South London, to that end. Yourself?"