"It's all right. Figured you would."

It's not the bloodiest thing Sean has ever seen, and he did give it over assuming that it would be ruined. No skin off his back if one handkerchief is sacrificed to a nosebleed.

"You're — German?" Sean asks, after a second. He's not great at identifying languages, but he's heard enough German from the tourists that come for the horses that he has at least a little ear for it, or languages that sound like it.