he who hesitates is toast

First New York - he knows the name of the city mentioned, even if he doesn't know why the man was throwing it at him, now France? None of this makes any sense. How could he have-- when would he have, why would he?

"They're not Russian." The redhead answers him in English, and he thinks he sees a flicker of sympathy in her eyes, for reasons he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand anything that's happening. She continues, just as soft, "And neither are you, not really. Not originally."

Panic and nausea well up in him, threatening to drown him, and he twists wildly against his restraints, trying with all his might to tear himself free as a hoarse, raw cry escapes him.

"You're LYING!"