"I'm sure it's not ruined," Victoire offered, glancing at the bundle on the grass. "It's only misting." She fleetingly wondered how old Anouk was. She looked about the same age as Victoire, but she was acting much younger. Even so, she felt a bit sorry for the girl because of the camera. Hookers do have hearts, after all. At least, some of them did.
"Why don't we go to a cafe and have a look at it? And you can tell me what sort of people you take pictures of. Come on." Victoire tossed her trench coat to Anouk -- she wasn't wearing it anyway, and maybe the other woman was cold.