Thoroughly steamrolled, Wolfgang looks from person to person, clearly uncertain and slightly confused. They don't actually know what to say to that. There's so much in there they should respond to but don't know where to start. How much has Michael actually told his father about them? Anything at all? Just that they're Jewish? And exist?
“Has it been so long? It feels like it went very fast.” They wish he was still holding their hand. Would it be weird to grab it now.
Think, panic, think, panic, think, panic.
“Do you come here very often? It seem like you know the owner. I don't get to this part of town very much.”