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[color=fff159]"Yeah, I am Vietnamese. It really is good weather. At least for us."[/color] Thanh smiled as he was recognized pretty easily. Probably due to him speaking his mother tongue before he spoke normally with her. Usually, someone with no prior interaction with people like him would mistaken him for being Chinese. Sometimes, even people who had interacted would still mistaken. A thousand years under their rules and occupation, the gene pools were somewhat a little messed up. Still, they were now their allies, and that was what matters at the moment. 

Katrina introduced himself as he noticed her dirty little hand, followed by a rather pretty intriguing explanation. Interesting. An artist? She may look a little hesitant on the shake. But for someone who had worked on a farm so commonly like Thanh, a bit of charcoal is a lot better than mud. [color=fff159]"Don't worry about it. I'm too used to the dirt already."[/color] He met her hand with a firm shake, strong, for someone who farmed a lot, but not crushing. [color=fff159]"I'm Thanh. Pham Van Thanh. You can pronounce it however you want. I don't mind."[/color] For a non-Vietnamese, it is really easy to fuck up the pronunciation. Teaching them how to pronounce correctly would be a full-time job, so he'd accept whatever they called him. As long as they were genuine and respectful, he was ok with it.

[color=fff159]"You mentioned that you draw earlier? Are you an artist?"[/color] Thanh pushed his pith helmet up a little as he asked. [color=fff159]"You do remind me of a lady in my village back then. She also likes drawing and sometimes would sketch the sceneries. A nice girl."[/color] He nodded in reminisces. [color=fff159]"Anyway, where do you come from, Katrina?"[/color]

[@Liotrent]