Amélie calmed as she watched the man in the front of her. There was nothing threatening about him - if anything, he seemed confused. Perhaps he was a new arrival. She shook her head gently when asked if she spoke Russkiy. Her father probably knew it, or could read a book and pick up the language over night, but she only knew English. Until now, it had been enough for life on the island. "No, sorry." She replied in apologetic tone. It couldn't be easy to find oneself in a new place suddenly, let alone faced with a new language. "I'm Amélie." She added and pointed to herself. "And you are?" She asked, gesturing to him.