Columba had never seen the woman who was suddenly clinging to him in all his long life. She was chattering away in French and though he could kind of understand French, she was speaking too hurriedly to catch most of it.
What he did catch, was that she knew his name, and she had said something about Satan, Lucifer and Hell. That didn't seem like something he should ignore.
"Okay, okay!" he said, reaching out to take her arms and hold her an arms length away from him. People were turning to look at them and he sighed, "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. And we probably shouldn't talk here on the street."