More hand signs, none of which he recognizes. She goes back to scribbling on her paper, though, so he waits for her to finish.

“No.” He isn’t sure if she’s asking because of his name, as foreign as it is, or because he had asked her first. “I’m from Russia.” Glancing around to make sure that nobody else is listening in on their conversation, he adds, “Saint Petersburg, 1866.”

If she is new, which he’s almost certain of, then it’s important that he gives her the time he’s from as well. If she’s one of the brainwashed Americans, then she won’t believe him anyways.