Dumbly enough, the only thing that Lorna could think as he answered her back in perfect French was I knew I should've went to Les Misérables instead. Except she wasn't really in the mood for Victor Hugo. Even so masterfully redone.
She took a step back to try to put distance between her and him, but the there wasn't much space to work with to begin with.
"Je... je suis désolé," she managed, speaking around the lump in her throat and the part of her that wished she could just vanish, "Je ne peux pas se le permettre," she said, if she COULD she would have bought her ticket instead of using her ability to 'track' people to get a sneak in.
"C'est juste que ... ce que je fais," she said.
I'm... I'm sorry. I can't afford it. It's just... what I do.