"I imagine everyone is still far too busy trying to figure out how to get home," Mireille was one of them, though since her investigations had brought her here, she imagined she could afford a bit of time. "But they'll be quite grateful when they start to feel hungry."

She shifted her purse so it was hanging from her wrist, and then held out her hands to take some of the things the girl was holding so that she could keep picking. And then when she spoke again, she was speaking in French. "I have to admit, I'm glad I've run into you. I was afraid I might not have much reason to speak my second favorite language."