Sergei nodded. "Yes," he said. "I was born in Russia, so I speak the language. English and sign language as well, among others." He doubted the woman really cared much, but since she looked a little impressed, he wasn't going to waste making her that much more impressed with him.
He enjoyed hearing that she grew up in the garage. It was really quite nice to think of a family that passed on their skills to their children. His father had tried, but Sergei was not his father and cared very little for his trade. Still, the thought was nice. "Good thing you enjoyed it," he laughed.
He headed for his car, running his fingers over the hood so she'd know which was his. "I'm pretty sure it's in decent shape, but at the very least, it's going to need a tune up," he said.