Public, meant for Kitane Zmaj
[She is overly excited to share this information with Kitane, and in her excitement she doesn't mark this as private just between them. She's sitting at home in her apartment in Metropolis, typing away on her laptop beside an open window, dressed in comfy pajamas at the moment.]
Kitane! There is someone here who speaks my language. Can you believe it? It was the person whose body switched I with. Isn't that exciting? I can't believe it. She learned the language for a job and she can read and write it very well.