Eloise returned the smile, though hers was a little more straightforward now that it was actually there.
"Your foot, of course," she told him. "It's irreplaceable."
This made philosophical sense.
When he switched into English, she was pleased to see how easily she made the transition along with him. Language was such a strange thing. When Ellie hadn't been prodding at frontal lobes or analyzing electrical impulses, she'd considered its acquisition very intriguing. "My mother was from Marseille." This came after a moment of careful thought, furrowing her brow at the stranger's foot -- pretty ugly now, irreplaceable or not. "I think you have crush damage. You might want to wear a boot."