Jany (thinking): Well, whatever it looks like, I have to play it cool. Be friendly. Always calm. Totally unfazed.

No matter what big teeth it has.

Blake: Jany . . .

This is —

Jany: HELLO how are you doing? I’m Jany! Guten tag! You must be lovely. It’s Ilsa to meet you!

Jany (thinking): . . . well, could’ve gone worse.

Ilsa: Aren’t you cute! So this is the girl Ann . . . let in on . . . her end-of-the-world plans.

Jany: That’s right.

. . . and I’m sorry to hear about your Master. I hope he lives long enough to let you see this through.