Reinette pushed her hair free from her face, countering the havoc caused by the wind so that she might better see Jack. She had always known he was not of her world, which was rather narrow despite the freedoms her role afforded. But now that truth was stretched even further. It also served as yet another reminder of how little she truly knew about him.

"What you much think of France," the words were lightly said with obvious humor. And there was truth in them. After all, she had seen inside the Doctor's mind. And now Jack's London and even this place.

She also wondered why she was seemingly always drawn to those that were so far apart from everything else. The Doctor, the imaginary friend of her childhood. Louis, the king of all of France. No matter what was predicted for her, there was still the fact that he was a king. It was not what one normally reached for.

Then, of course, Jack.

"Is that how you think of it? Forced?"

In light of recent events she might have censored the question. But that was not the way between them.

Reinette reached for the door, curiosity overtaking her and a need to see it for herself. After only one mismanaged attempt she was able to open it and step out of the car.