She... accepted it?

A single, tense moment at the first words she spoke, drawn out interminably in the silence that followed. Her small smile was unreadable to his eyes, the niggling concern growing within the back of his mind... until that small breath of a laugh.

It was small, but to Antoine it signaled a welcome change. Ms. Weber seemed... softer now, calmer, back to how she had been moments before asking that question. He felt his own worries fading in light of the change, draining swiftly away as her reaction wrought them suddenly absurd. There was no reason to feel guilty about being a cryo-tech, not around her, that was obvious enough now... He couldn't help but chuckle himself at the thought.

A chuckle that heralded the return of his wide, friendly grin in the wake of her next questions. It was something he had no worries talking about at all.

"How many? That's... A surprisingly hard question to answer." The hand that had been running fingers behind his ear changed to tap them upon his temple now. As if the motion helped further settle the piled thoughts of his mind, he repeated the action as he pondered how to best respond.

"I was fluent in... four I think, by the time I ended up in the mountain, and knew a smattering of words from this or that language I came across during my service. That was all my 'knack', but after I joined the medical division in the mountain... well..." Another series of taps on the temple, to make sure things stayed settled, and then that hand moved to point at the back of his head. "I volunteered for a surgery focused on enhancing the parts of my brain tied to perception, language acquisition, memory... it made my 'knack' better, to be brief."

He chuckled at his own words, not sure how well-versed Ms. Weber was in the subject of neurosurgery or the experiments preformed to enhance an individual's skill in one mental proficiency or another. Probably best not to take the time and risk losing her... besides, that wasn't the fun part.

"After that, well, I kinda went around chatting up everyone I could meet, learning what languages I could come across... Did you ever happen to meet a Diego Beltran? [i]Brilliant[/i] linguist, that one, knew more languages than I did at first, though I 'might' have pulled ahead now. He was at what... twelve? Fifteen? Somewhere around there... Oh!"

Woops, a slight touch of color graced Antoine's cheeks as he caught himself rambling on anyways, a quick shake of his head bringing his thoughts back in line. His grin shrank to a more modest, bashful smile, offering a shrug as he had no real excuse.

"Sorry, got carried away. I'm probably fluent in twelve-to-sixteen languages by now, it's just hard to think back and try to count them. Navajo was one of the later ones I learned, so I suppose you could still say you don't know anyone who speaks it as their second or third language, couldn't you?"