Théodore frowned at the woman's words, at least, not before he got close enough to recognise her. Years of careful detailed work at close-range had done some damage to his eyes, although not enough to warrant investing in expensive eye-lenses. "Thérèse?" He breathed, unbelievingly, before grinning widely and moving to hug her close. "Thérèse! I thought you would be in England somewhere." He says, letting go of her only long enough to move to the front door of the shop and lock it. "What has brought you here?" He said, looking his sister over, "Certainly not looking for more jewellery. Although I do have something that would suit you. Come this way." he says, taking her by the wrist and guiding her through the piles of debris to the little rooms of the building.