Shosanna Dreyfuss & Anders Johnson
Something about the woman reminded him of the goddesses back home - some inner strength that was subtle, but there and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. At least he was pretty sure she wasn't a goddess since she didn't insult him right off the bat. Still, she was hot and blonde and apparently French - lots of rumours about what French women were capable of. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd be able to experience it for himself.
"Anders. Nice to meet you too. I noticed you spoke a little French. Are you French or just like to dabble in foreign greetings?"