Quince: Hello! Please state your name and business.
[memorized phrase, Quince only really speaks Ceannic]
Thorn: It’s okay, Quince! She’s one of the Sønheic guards — you met her at that friendly contest we had, remember?
Quince: Oh! That’s right. Sorry, I don’t know how to say “I don’t recognize you because of . . . ” of, uh . . .
Geirölul: I don’t know what you’re saying, but I can only assume it’s about my eye surgery.
Quince: Thorn? Is she mad at me?
Thorn: . . . She will be in a minute if you don’t swipe her in.