"Euh... citoyenne Joséphine," Jacques said, with a short bow as he trailed after her, "it is a pleasure."
And... that just about exausted Jacques's store of small talk. He rather wished they had taught that in school. He could translate a page of Latin into French almost on sight, but when stuck in the company of a pretty woman he didn't know, Jacques felt compeltely blank. "Euh... have you... been working in Paris long?"