Maria grimaced at that. "Latin is the same for me. I don't suppose you know French?"

Good lord, at least four languages between them and they couldn't communicate properly? No, she wouldn't allow them not to. Maybe there was no real connection between them other than place and a general time, but it was more than she'd had in a year now.

"It was 1191 when I was taken, and it is 2015 now," she says. "My name is Maria."