Gently taking his arm, Cerise let him lead her through the door, glancing up at his question to reply, "Cela me semble parfait-" She paused, blushing just faintly before she corrected herself, "That sounds perfect, Tibby." It was so much easier, more natural, for her to slip into her native tongue when she was upset, and today was certainly that sort of day. "I just wish to get out of this building, 'onestly." Her voice dropped low as her free hand came up to massage her temples. "It is like I can feel it is ze air..."