[No need to apologize.... She offers a weak little smile that disappears as soon as it comes - she appreciates the effort. Even as she clasps her hands together and her gaze falls again.]

ничего... Um. I do not know what I can explain? This утро... Ah, morning? When I woke, it was like this.

[She speaks in Russian entirely:] Now I can say whatever I want in Russian.

[A switch to Japanese - accented, but she seems to know what she's saying:] Japanese too. Mama did not teach me this?

[And then to translate in English:] Anya is... [trilingual, but she can't remember the word] Can speak three languages now.

But my English is... not as good.