Nikolai blinked up at a singular Spanish word and a cart. Thankfully, he managed to stop himself before he said something silly like Hola, me llama Inspector Carlton Lassiter. Me gusta queso. He really needed to stop watching television. Ever. It wasn't good for his brain.
Deep breath - he pulled in his legs trying to make room for the guy. At least he was still awake. He was fairly certain he'd fallen asleep at one point. "Hola, /Sorry for blocking your way. I keep having dizzy spells/," he explained like that would help anything.