Delphine's week, for the most part had been most uneventful. She couldn't get to Mars, she wouldn't tell anyone about her not really suffering from any sort of malady and she most certainly wasn't going to associate herself with any of these pirates she had been hearing about.
So, when she decided to take a leisurely roll through the town in a much smaller wheelchair she had acquired due to the kind help of some of the locals and was denied the pleasure of being able to voice the things that were on her mind she was thoroughly peeved off. Halfway through a sentence, while she was asking a man kindly for directions to a nice eatery she was cut off abruptly.
She tried to speak, but absolutely no sound came out and the man, who had been prepared to almost laugh at her found himself in the same predicament. Frustrated, she shot him a haughty look and pushed her wheelchair as quickly as she possibly could away from him. What she wasn't expecting, however, was to run straight into the very sort of gentleman she was trying to avoid. A British gentleman. Which would have to mean he wasn't so gentlemanly after all.