"Gascht … up spachulken?"
"Koshssam im pognant. Kisch… aberthaim…"
"Kompt pamcht…"
Lane furrowed his brows, instinctively shifting closer, pretending he wanted to pick up some of the mini sandwiches over there. It was pointless though - what good would him do to hear the conversation better… when he couldn't even understand a word? His target and the people with whom he was with were speaking in a different language! And while Lane was actually conversational in three to some extent - it was one of the rare academic things he was somewhat good at - the language they spoke unfortunately wasn't one of them.
Well, it wasn't like he expected to overhear anything particularly secretive or important. Molzen might have been unhinged, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't be sharing any sensitive information in public, where anyone could overhear.