English was so baffling. Hearing it, Xavière had to work to pick out the bits and pieces, picking out 'name' and 'Ann' and that was about it. The rest of the words held no resemblance to French at all.
The only reason Xavière was opening her mouth, was because this was a steady working position and she desperately needed the money. Otherwise, she would have simply kept her mouth shut and wrote her name out on a piece of paper.
"Xavière." She spoke softly, extending her hand across the bar for a shake.