Why was she making him speak? He had all the eloquence of a diseased ferret at the moment.
However, one could not be impolite. Jacques struggled on. "Law. I study law. I, ah... taking the bar soon. I mean, I am. Taking the bar soon." Deep breaths. He glanced around. "It appears I really was lost. The bookshop wasn't even on the same street as your hatshop."