Fancy watched over her shoulder as Vito gathered up his things. She didn't like this, little hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. Something smelled fishy, though it could have been Vito's cologne. They were supposed to wait here till he came back? He'd be gone hours? Alone?
"Vito attente!" Fancy called after him. "Je marcherai vous dehors, nous ai quelques affaires à discuter avant que vous partiez."