"Where am I?" Nitya asked as she slowly blinked her eyes open, to see a man sitting in front of her. She tried to sit up with a jerk, when she saw that the man was still holding her hand and looking at her continuously.
"Don't get up, you need to rest!" The man finally spoke, but a Korean lilt was evident in his tone.
"Hangug-eseo wass-eoyo?" ("Are you from Korea?") Nitya asked in Korean, in order to confirm if she had guessed it right.
"Ne! Dangsindo hangug-eseo wassseubnida?" ("Are you from Korea too?") He replied with surprise, adding "Dangsin-eun hangug-incheoleom boiji anhseubnida!" ("You don't look Korean!")
"Ani ('No')! I am not from Korea, that's why I don't look Korean," Nitya replied in English this time, with a big smile on her face. But the smile was replaced by alarm when she remembered, all of a sudden, that she had a flight to catch. She tried to get off the bed, while trying to keep the anxious tone in her voice to a minimum, as she was in front of a stranger.
