[ she's glad their topic of conversation is wavering away from blood family as she would hate to have to halt their meeting in its tracks. she isn't ready for that discussion, can't admit to her stint of time travel. not yet. that brings back too many memories and at this point, if she's to be honest with herself, she's afraid of what he might think of her, to know she would go back in time and not save the people who mattered to her. how could she even think to explain that to someone she was growing fond of now, that if it came down to him or the rest of the world, she would choose the world?
the bot coming with their tea at least provides a distraction, something she needs, and though she knows it's piping hot, she wraps her hands around the cup. she needs it to focus on the good. ]
she lifts her cup to blow on it a little bit to cool it off, a small smile crossing her face as she focuses on her tea. ] Je le crois. Dois-je vous parler de ma famille Sanctuary? Pourriez-vous également me dire la vôtre. [ at least in and as much as he is willing to share with her. she's willing to explain about her sanctuary family, the old city sanctuary, but not ashley's part in that family. if she's lucky, she'll be able to avoid that. if not... then jean-luc would see what helen's denial was like. ]