"Sshhhh! ain't no need to yell." he said this without lifting his head, he said the next pit to himself, but it was still loud enough to hear while he mocked an English accent...with no skill or accuracy at all,"'oi try this! no better drink in whitby!' Lyin tea swillin biscuit munchin mother FUCKER!" The last word was spoken a little louder and more sharply than the rest. Speaking English, yes. but he had a thick southern US accent. when he finally lifted his head it was with what seemed like a great effort, eyes squinted so that only the faintest of light blue was visible past the lids. "thank you..." he began to eat at the bread slowly, but heard her stomach growl shortly after he started, "ma'am i think you could use a helpin yerself." with that he pushed some a bit toward her, taking a slow drink of coffee. he had noticed the accent as well but he had no idea what it was, he had barely heard of France let alone knew what people from there sounded like, but right now the world as spinning just a little too much for him to be too curious about things. regardless of if she took some bread or not he would continue eat on it, going slow so as not to get reacquainted with his dinner from the night before