If ever there was a sound that could be heard right at that moment, it would definitely be the violent drag of a needle on a record. That very same sound that often meant that something caught another's attention before the scene went on? Kind of like a double take.

Yeah, cue that noise right now.

King stared at her blankly, blinking once, then twice before opening his mouth, holding it there a few long seconds and then closing it again.

"They're drink names." he offered finally, looking slightly awkward with eyes bouncing back and forth between the two people he found himself. "So you haven't heard of a Slippery Nipple or Sex on the Beach or a Screaming Orgasm where you come from?"

King thought it a fair question as he cocked his head slightly and leaned in a little, minding her space politely. When he speaks again it's lower in volume than it was before.

"Just where in the world do you come from?"