On the U-Bahn

A middle-aged man lurched onto the train as it stopped at Friedrichstrasse. He sat down opposite me, and mumbled something loudly in German. I gave him a blank look, reluctant to say anything. He was cuddling a large bottle of vodka, and began slowly unscrewing the cap. He spoke to me again, and I prodded XQ. She said something to him, and they ended up in conversation. XQ explained to him that we were British, and that I didn’t speak German, only French and English.