As if the show of him trying to hobble on one foot to sit down in a nearby chair and look at his possibly-broken toe wasn't enough entertainment enough for the folks around him, he added a little more allure to the show by jumping and practically falling on his face when he heard a soft, muffled voice coming from behind him… speaking French.
He fell into the chair finally, then turned his head to look at the carrier of the (obviously female) voice.
Evan, having essentially raised Danny, knew what timid looked like. This girl was it. Even her voice had been timid and she had a very reserved demeanor about her, and his initial thought was that it should have been easier to get her to leave him alone. But he didn't.
He gave her a somewhat unsure smile instead as he unlaced his sneaker to get a look at his foot. Responding in easy French, he said, "which are you more concerned about? The contents of the box or my foot," he joked. He figured the answer would be obvious, if she was being honest. Most people were more concerned about their supplies than the well-being of random strangers… especially now. "Because I'm relatively certain that I already broke something," he added with a bitter laugh.
He raised his eyes to look at her for a brief second, falling out of French now and shrugging a shoulder as he gingerly took his sneaker off. "Not very often I run into any French-speakers around here other than my family," he mused, turning his attention to tugging his sock off and looking at his foot.
Not broken… but more than likely pretty heavily bruised.