As she spoke, with or without that backbone of his own pain he found himself slowly smiling. She was sharp, more than sharp. Again he was reminded of Gwen but then Gwen never had such a well practised sophistication. She was raw emotion worn on her sleeve and this Jeanne-Antoinette seemed in that sense quite something else.

"Ohhh you're good," he grinned down at her, admiring her way with words and methods of persistance and making no attempt to hide the fact.

"Like I told you," he said, respecting of her enough to grace her with an explanation even if that in itself would be someway off the truth. "Just a traveller. Here to take a look round and see what I might find. Then I'll be off again."