Aoife seemed nice. Victor breathed a sigh of relief as she managed to avoid compounding his awkwardness, though the mention of Japanese being difficult for her as well confused him a bit. Well, communication would be pretty stilted between the pair. No big deal. She muttered about her photos, not looking at the German. She seemed a bit shy, or...uncomfortable. Nerves perhaps? It was their first day in a new country after all, the boy could understand feeling out of your element. He smiled again, looking back over the surf. "Ja, vell I'm looking forward to be seeing it. I haf never been." A frown crossed his lips, and he pulled his glasses off, took a silk handkerchief, wiped them, then put them back on. Nope, not his glasses. Fog was everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. It had deadened the sound of the yacht, and Victor could feel a chill run down his spine. He looked back at Aoife as she spoke, confusion on his face. "Victor? Do you have food or something...?" "No, I haf no foo-" Seagulls, everywhere. Like some kind of horde, just staring at the pair. Victor instinctively took a step back, bumping into the railing. "Uhhh...is...is zis normal Asia?" The birds suddenly surged forward, causing Victor to give a yelp and throw his hands up. He swatted at the animals, knocking them aside as he kept his head low. Protect your face, seagulls weren't exactly built for battle, but a beak to the eye would quickly blind him! He hunkered over, completely frazzled by a swarm of flapping, scratching, and biting. Translation and language went out the window as he yelled in German, cussing as his ear got pecked and a webbed foot scratched the back of his neck. He went for another swat, then felt his hand grabbed by a glove. Aoife was suddenly pulling him towards a nearby door. He lashed out, catching one of the birds by the body and throwing it backwards. Another bit his wrist, causing him to yank back into his body. As the pair reached the door, Victor gave a hard kick, still clinging to the girl's hand. Yachts weren't built for durability outside of the hull, they were built for parties and impressing. This meant a lot of posh with little utility. At least on anything that didn't protect something valuable. The door opened under the impact and Victor pushed Aoife and himself through, then threw himself bodily against it, holding it shut as mad squawking and scratching rang over the wood. Still unable to even consider speaking in a language outside his own, the frazzled boy yelled in German as he looked around in shock. Blood dripped from numerous shallow scratches on Victor's face, and his suit was frayed and torn in a few areas. Where did Aoife even drag him? Speaking of, how was she? He didn't dare move away from the door, his kick had effectively broken the latch and holding it shut was about the only way to make sure the birds didn't swarm in and eat them. His green eyes fell on Aoife. His common sense finally kicked in as he took a moment to take a deep breathe still looking around for windows the birds could slam through. Back to Japanese. "Sorry, uh, you alright?"