Jack kept an eye on each yellow beastie that passed, a look of disdain on his features as he recalled his unpleasant rides through them, until one pulled up along side the café and delivered him a Miss Beauregard. He never once appeared to notice her wheelchair, either too used to accessories such as peg legs, wooden eyes, and parrots, or too much himself to rightly care.
With a flourishing sweep of his hat, Jack bowed, lightly taking her hand and dropping a swift kiss on her knuckles. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Comment allez-vous?" Thus far, he'd gotten away with revealing his accent by speaking her native tongue with her. Traveling required the knowledge of other languages, which thankfully Jack had decided to learn one or two extra. He shooed the driver off, moving behind Delphine's chair and steering her into the café, careful as a mouse.