French. Heidi had some French at her disposal, a mark of her dealings as the head of her family's banks, but she seemed to know English well enough that it wouldn't be an issue. She couldn't be younger than seventeen or older than twenty, but sometimes it was difficult to guess.
"I'm afraid not." Heidi admitted, thoroughly stumped by the name. In a wheelchair such as the one she was occupying, with a name like that on her lips, she was begining to suspect that this girl was much further from where she probably wanted to be than just the Atlantic Ocean. "Although I share in your opinion that this is not where you belong."
She sent another gawker on their way with a look, before speaking again. "Assuming you arrived without previous arrangement, is there anyone else who might have followed you?"