Norwegian. Or Danish? Swedish, maybe. Amy's really crap at this without the TARDIS to help her with this, which is probably going to start feeling really awkward soon. Of all the things she hadn't counted on, suddenly losing her decade-plus ability to speak any language is smarting more than she expects. "You're local here? Native? Does that mean we're somewhere north?"

Maybe they're just in some weird snowy northern town and she's about to be beset by Vikings, if the man with her is anything to go by. "I only have one question," she promises, using her finger to poke him in the shoulder as if to make her point before showing the index finger. "Where is Rory Williams?"