Viggo is squinting so hard right now. Just staring at him, trying to figure out if the guy's crazy. Cause he sure sounds like it. Then again, maybe that's why they're both here. Maybe his brain finally kicked it and is just giving him this nonsense instead. Makes as much sense as anything else.

"Yes, I know Beyonce," he answers, figuring it's easier to just quickly answer the questions he throws out so he can move past it and ask something else. "You're not from Norway?"