Ivan's voice is high, very much fitting the form of a six year old, though the words are formed too harshely, the sounds not quite right on his tongue - clearly not a native speaker of English.

It isn't hard to decipher that he was asked why he was here, or so Ivan reads the question (what he understands of it) at least. And that is thus what he will answer to, not out of intimidation - the large man is intimidating, but his father told him that nobody here would hurt him on sight, and at least with Timo this close by, he trusts that that estimate is true.

"I'm Timo Väinäimöinen's son." The sentence is a bit disconnected, between the almost accentless Finnish name and the heavily accented English words that nontheless don't carry a Finnish accent, so he speaks a bit slowly. But he is quite sure that it was correct, and is a bit proud of that. It's been less than two months since he started practicing English, after all.

So the smile that he gives Robin changes from just a smile without much emotion in it to one that radiates some excitement.