"It is," River agrees, squeezing his wrist in return before he sits. "When we used up the Earth, we had to move out and find new places to colonize. I guess we couldn't take everything with us. Words got left behind."
The atmosphere is, in River's opinion, romantic. She feels romanced, and it makes her blush a little, the pink in her cheeks making up for the minimal makeup she'd been talked into wearing.
"What else do you speak? I took French for a long time, in school."