So far, so good. They've established neither of them are fluent in each other's language--he's had worse starts to conversations.

The show of enthusiastic recognition for his country makes the corner of Jess' mouth curl up a little higher than the other before the man launches into a stream of Icelandic that Jess has to concentrate to catch. Even then, he can only discern one or two words. "London Bridge" leaps out to him for obvious reasons. "You fought at the London Bridge?" he guesses. The pantomiming helps get Jess to that conclusion, honestly.

Had he read about a Thorfinn Karlsefni once? It's possible. Had he had his Codex in hand, it would've taken only a second for him to find the historical figure, but the name stirs a sense of familiarity for another reason. "Of course you'd have Thor in your name." The half-smile becomes a full blown smirk. "It suits."

The fair features, the hair... Jess senses a theme.