Sam looked up and down the street, covered as it was in pedestrians. His French was passable, but he didn't want to have to go up and down the Champs-Élysées asking people if they saw a woman with short dark hair walk through her asking a million questions. The French likely wouldn't help on principle of being annoyed.
He relaxed visibly when the said dark hair came into view. Sam couldn't help but pick up his stride, heading straight towards her with arms out.