As soon as someone had paid her some real attention, other than gawking at her she composed herself and tried to look as sickly as she possibly could. Really, she was probably one of the healthiest young ladies in France but no one here knew that and she could not, for one moment let anybody catch wind that she was just having people on.
She addressed the woman who had noticed her with a polite smile, mentally checking that she had her gun with her just in case she was anything but friendly. The young girl had to force herself from grinning wildly at the fact that, upon inspection of the other woman's accent, she had to be in America. It was, next to France the best location in the world. "I am fine, thank you but I'm not supposed to be here." She spoke clearly, but softly with a well-bred French accent, "Do you know where I can find an Ignatius Flint?"