ORP: This is My Language

Orson studied a finger print under his microscope with a smile, "And if we figure out who this belongs to, we'll know who assassinated JFK," he rose his gaze to his lab assistant, with a wink.  The other man appeared to be completely lost in the joke, and simply shook his head.
"Wasn't that Something-Something-Booth?"

Orson's amused expression fell - eyes slowly sliding away from his work and back to his lab assistant.
"Really?"
"I could have sworn that murder was solv---"
"John Wilkes Booth killed Lincoln," he narrowed his eyes as he spoke, gesturing a bit too much and beginning to close the gap between he and the other in the room, "I know that and I'm from Spain."

"I studied science not history, Jesus..." 

Mumbling a few curses in Spanish, Orson closed his eyes and rubbed his temple, before quickly turning back to the man, "I'm going to walk away from this room and go buy a sh!t prepackaged food product from the vending machine.  When I come back, I want you to have connected more neural pathways.  Alright?"

He tapped his assistant twice on the chest, before turning and walking down the hallway.  

Passing a room that was filled with computers, he slowed as he heard a woman begin yelling in what sounded like Japanese.  Backpedaling a few steps, he quietly watched the scene unfold - as her unfortunate counterpart was ripped a new rear-view-port, in a language he didn't understand.  He took a moment to value how beautiful that was, before deciding to join the party.

Walking into the room at an angered pace, he began yelling at the random man too.  Since Orson's father was a man of many languages, he was raised on a handful, and made the habit to constantly be learning a new one.  Today he had learned exactly two sentences in German.  His accent was appalling and they didn't apply to the situation in the least.  However, a random man yelling at you in German was probably one of the more scary things that one could experience.  So he yelled at the man that he wanted to know where the bathroom was, and that he didn't speak German very well.  

He then switched to his native tongue of Spanish, and informed the man the color of his boxers, what he had for lunch, and that he was currently hungry.

Only switching to Japanese to communicate with the woman he was amused by, he yelled, "I have no idea why I'm yelling but it's fun to scare confused people in other languages!" he took a deep breath and finished with, "And get out!" in English, causing the man to run out of the room as if he was being chased by a monster.

Orson turned to watched the man run, before his eyes slid back to the woman, "I like your style of scaring idiots," he smiled - speaking in English, with a nod, "Doctor Orson Hyde, by the way."

Orson smiled as his non-American friend appeared amused at his decision to join her in scaring the Airman.  They always were so full of hubris - just because they could handle a weapon and maybe fly a jet in a straight line, they thought they were the best mankind could offer.  While yes - they were often excellent examples of the best physicality humanity could offer - their brains were intermittent at best.

Watching the woman move her laptop and begin explaining how their special friend managed to ruin everything.
"They never do listen..." he sighed, his mind revisiting how his lab assistant had showed such ignorance he literally had to leave the room.  He was tempted to share the example - though he wasn't sure she would know who killed either president.  Judging by her accent, she was fairly new to the states and the joke would likely be lost on her.

Orson was an ass - but he wasn't stupid.

He silently watched as her fingers expertly tapped the keys - making him wonder her position.  Probably something computer related.  Intelligence crunching?  Hacker?  Computer expert of some sort?  Either way, if she worked here, she was likely one of the best.  He didn't recognize her from the SGC so - as he previously thought - she was likely new.  New people need friends, yes?

She turned towards him, after fiddling with her computer a bit more - clearly studying him.

"Aiko Tanaka. How many languages do you speak?”

"That is a long and complex question for me, dear Aiko," he smiled, "Let's see...I can speak English, French, Japanese, Korean, and my native tongue is Spanish," he nodded, counting on his fingers as he went, "I can get by on Chinese, Mandarin, American Sign Language, and Russian.  I can also read Ancient - like the super old God-Like people, and Ancient Egyptian.  Oh!  And I know exactly two sentences of German - which I loudly yelled at your poor Airman."

Orson was a man who was proud of his many languages.  They simply came naturally to him...probably because he was raised on Spanish, English, and French.  In school he learned Japanese and Korean.  All other languages he played with on his own time to try to pick up.

"I'm hungry - are you hungry?  Want to get food?" he asked in Japanese, patting his stomach slightly as he leaned against the wall of the office.  Yes - he barely knew the woman, but anyone who scared Airman by yelling at them in a language they didn't understand deserved to have food.  Plus he had previously been on a mission to retrieve some sort of edible substance.

”A man with a very talented tongue I see.”

"Oh - that's not all I can do with my tongue," he replied before his brain could comprehend what he had just done.  She really had just walked into that joke and someone like Doctor Hyde simply couldn't walk away from a sentence like that.  It was nearly physically impossible.  However - he was liking this woman.  Not in a 'let's go bang and never speak again, yes?' sort of way, however.  That was his normal thought pattern for the last while...or at least since the divorce papers showed up in his new mailbox.  While things hadn't been going well for him and his now ex-wife, it still stung.  He had wanted to work it out.  But Lily was Lily.  He loved her because she was so damned stubborn.  Not some creature that flexed to his every whim.  She was her - and that's what brought them together in the first place.

Now, however, he didn't feel like falling down his classic self-destructive course he had been spiraling down for the past few weeks.  Instead, he laughed and added, "I can click my tongue like this with it, too" before demonstrating his words, by clicking his tongue loudly.

His eyes followed her as she grabbed a jacket and bag, before informing him, ”Only if you’re buying.”

Orson opened his mouth in protest, before closing it with a smile, "Fine - but next time it's your turn," he gestured at her slightly, before glancing down at himself.  He was still wearing a labcoat.  Wearing a labcoat in public either got him discounts, or everyone assumed he was a medical doctor.  There was no in-between.  Not wanting to tempt fate, he slid off his coat, folding it over his arm, before motioning for her to follow him.

"Just let me stop by my lab and grab my own jacket, and make sure my assistant didn't eat the samples we were working on, then I figured we could go to the deli down the street.  If you hate sandwiches....there's also a smoothy shop next-door, a pizza place a block away from there, and an over-priced Italian place a block after that," he rattled off in Japanese - honestly a bit concerned his assistant did something to mess up the samples they had been working with.

”Are you sure that’s all you were talking about, Doctor?”
Aiko walked past him - a hand cradling his jaw before she moved past. Orson blinked, as his eyes followed her - a smile pulling at his lips, "I can also go rrrrrr with my tongue. Spanish is my native language," he half-laughed, demonstrating a classic rolling-tongue sound.

He was rather amused at the woman calling him out on his somewhat bluff. Yet another reason why he wanted to out to eat with her. She was interesting in a way few people were. Orson was a man who enjoyed complex people. Those two dimensional ones where you can figure out how their daddy ignored them in less than a glance...he got rather bored with in moments. They always tried too hard for his taste.

Orson shook his head as Aiko used an English figure-of-speech in Japanese. It actually took him a second to fully understand what she had meant.
"Fine - fine," he held up his hands in defense, before following her out of the office.

As they walked, she questioned why his assistant worked at the place at all. Orson slid his hands into his pocket and shook his head, "He's really not a bad kid. I just like to give him a hard time. He's bright - just in very selective areas. I like to make fun of him for it...especially since I know more about American history than him...and I lived in Spain for eighteen years," he shrugged, playing with a small ball of lint he found in his pocket.

"Then I choose the deli place. I really feel like a sandwich..." he patted his stomach, as he approached his little lab. His assistant - Mark - was still in there. His eyes were pressed up against the microscope - with a data-pad with an open document to take notes. Orson was honestly impressed the kid hadn't just packed up and gone home.

"Find anything new, kid?" he asked in English, grabbing his jacket from over a chair that had been slid against a wall earlier that day.
"Not really..." he began, finally glancing up at Orson - the boy pausing at seeing Aiko with him, "That must be one hell of a vending machine..."

"Wow - keep it classy, Mark. I'm going to get dinner. Go home."

The boy shrugged, offered Aiko a nod, and walked away from the lab without even removing his lab coat.

"Weird kid. Hasn't quite figured himself out yet. So sandwiches, yes?" he asked, while closing the door - locking it with a key that was already in his pocket.