[He very carefully reaches out when the hand is offered, and he isn't certain how he understands the question - it isn't German, he knows that isn't German - but he can replay it in his head as if it was, and it's very strange and oddly comfortable, so he shakes as firmly as he can.]
Erik Lensherr. I didn't know - are you certain it's yours? [That was definitely German. But he's nervous again, and retreats to pick up the helmet from where he'd dropped it, turning it over in his hands for a moment before holding it out.] Is this yours too?
[Spam]
Erik Lensherr. I didn't know - are you certain it's yours? [That was definitely German. But he's nervous again, and retreats to pick up the helmet from where he'd dropped it, turning it over in his hands for a moment before holding it out.] Is this yours too?