"I'm doomed," Veronica says, all mock-exasperation, then slips her arms around her neck, unable to maintain even that sliver of a pretense. "You couldn't learn a language I know?" There's English, of course, and she's not fluent in any others, only having dabbled in French and Spanish. It's something she knows she ought to correct now she has all the extra time, but somehow that time doesn't stretch as far as she feels it should.