Chéri laughed in their adorable way, using exactly the voice and the expression they knew people tended to find endearing. It quite possibly was a reaction to the mustache twitch, but they made up for it and said “Sometimes even French people are alone. Even I place they are not familiar with. And if it was really, really bad, screams are generally understood no matter the language.”

The officer came up with another explanation. Chéri crossed their arms “Oh, I keep moving locations? Why?” They seemed intrigued, they unfold their arms and indicated with the tip of their fingers where they had abandoned their shoes. “I didn’t want them to get all wet.” They explained. Chéri looked around “And I could be here because…?” At this point they seemed mainly interested in following the story. Chéri rose their brows. Oh, they were never, ever going to show they could imagine why anyone with attack them other than their money “What? I doubt there are seashells thieves out there.”