Lucrète stiffened slightly when Emilie addressed her as "Madame," but she supposed that she must get used to it. Of course the English would not understand to use the new forms of address. Nevertheless, she smiled back at her, not wanting to get worked up over as what was a well-intended greeting. As she shook her hand, Lucrète could not help but notice that her gloves seemed a touch out of season. As a supporter of the Revolution, she had eschewed the superfluous frivolities of fashion, but she was still a Frenchwoman and she noticed these things. While discretely inspecting the gloves, she also saw the bruise that Emilie was trying to conceal. There were many legitimate reasons for her to have a bruise on her wrist, so Lucrète did not think too much of it, but nevertheless she noted it.
"Non, je ne suis qu'arrivée depuis quelques jours, merci." She smiled. "Je suis vraiment sensible au votre effort de m'accueillir... But I think my English is sufficient to maintain a conversation. Besides, I must improve, no?" She glanced at Jacques. If this woman was a friend of his, she didn't want to send her packing. "Citoyen Belmont and I were just on our way to lunch. We would be honored if you cared to join us."