That is definitely not a language he expected to hear. His brows come together, clearly, frantically, trying to make sense of this situation. Hearing the name of the (stupid, former) target-- the name of the small, sad man?-- makes his hand go unsteady, even holding the gun. It's shaking. That's unacceptable. He's malfunctioning, surely.

He answers her in the same language, but it's only a single word, strangled, with his terrible accent: "How."