Adele understood the question well enough. Her look of apprehension was not because she lacked comprehension, but rather because she wasn't sure what the best answer was for a man with a gun. If he knew the truth, that she was lost and alone, maybe he would do whatever he liked with her. If she lied, if she made something up... maybe it would buy her time, but then perhaps he would be mad if he found out it was a lie before she managed to escape.
Both had risks, but she was no stranger to handling potentially dangerous men. She took a deep breath and then lowered her knees again so that she could sit up properly, smoothing out her nightgown with trembling hands. "Oui, monsieur," she forced a small smile and attempted a flutter of her eyelashes. Her accent was thick as she clumsily mashed together her two languages. "It is just petit moi, all alone."