Ko feels shaky here, to say the very least. Moored here in an unfamiliar land with no one he can call a friend, and little in the way of skill for the language. Still, he attempts to look at ease, succeeding in the way of small smiles afforded to the rowdy partygoers that spare him passing glances.

He was never much of a partier back home, either.

It seems that the young woman next to him is much the same, at least at first glance. At her coughing, Ko starts a little, knocked from his reverie. He turns to her, clear concern painted over his features.

In English at first, "Are you okay? Ah ... Mm."

It's a frustrated look, just for a moment. Japanese wasn't met well, either.

He offers her his cup. Water inside, since he's a bit of a lightweight himself, and getting inebriated with a roomful of strangers seems like a recipe for disaster.

Attempting a little German, "Water. Good for you."