Thorfinn's brown eyes shifted away from Jess to Jo. He had felt her eyes, years of living by the skin of his teeth left him with high senses. You didn't survive in his old life if you weren't sharp and deadly as can be. He knew she had looked his way. The knife silently placed on the table next to her along with the wood as he motioned out to one of the other chairs at the table. A silent offer.

If he planned to keep sitting he had to offer a seat to the other, Norse were big on hospitality. Despite how hard he looked, Thorfinn had changed on the inside but his scars were the past he hoped to out run. To eventually settle in Vinland and make a hopeful place for the outcasts of his society.

He nodded to the other when he confirmed what Thorfinn suspected, that accent, it felt like one he should know, but he couldn't place it. He had traveled a lot in his younger years and the world had changed much in the thousand years since then. "No English." he replied with a shake of his head. These words he found himself repeating more and more. "I learn." He motioned to himself as he spoke the words. It wasn't easy recalling the new words but he was doing his best. He wanted to make Jo proud and be able to communicate.