The muscles about her mouth tightened with each word of Antonin's story, and when the phrase 'hunted them down' left his lips, she made an audible, panicked chirp that he surely heard. Though he had a somewhat sympathetic motivation in her eyes, now, he still seemed bloodthirsty- capable of things she was not, in a way that was scary and strange.
"No, eet eez not," she said quietly, accidentally slipping back into her choppy English thanks to nerves.
He then said 'blood magic,' and her stomach turned again. She would have run away already, had she not been somehow fascinated. "I... I guess I will be doing that soon, then," she returned to French. Fleur had neglected to tell her just how deep and involved she already was in this process. It made Gabrielle feel left out, and now they were inconveniencing Antonin, making him do all of this twice. The younger Delacour would do something nice for him later, for sure.
She felt strangely uncomfortable, despite the fact that her future was being very strongly secured. Her eyes darted away from Dolohov for a moment, looking to meet with someone less intimidating, like Lee or Kevin. Both failed to be found, but she reminded herself that the two men both trusted this gentleman. Looking more assured, she repeated, hands clasped together, "Oui, I will be seeing you as soon as I can. My deepest, heartfelt thanks."
Perhaps a lighter subject would ease her mind, and she rather abruptly changed it. "What can you recommend for me in London?" It was a foolish query, as she had been to London enough to know for herself. Still, shopping and fun would be far easier to stomach and.... weren't they supposed to go swimming?