Okay, so, the second episode was a completely different situation. There was nothing familiar of the life they had lived before here in terms of distance and pain and St. Cyr. Now it seemed that they were more at ease with one another and there was still a need for the Pimpernel. Which.. well, it begged the question on what Percy had in mind for once he framed Chauvelin. Clearly rescuing people couldn't just stop, right? Because it wasn't just the aristos who were sentenced. It was anyone. Anyone who spoke out, anyone who disagreed.
Then there was the side comment made by one of the women from the English upperclass. Or harpies. She was fairly certain they were harpies. Because it was similar to things she heard in England when people didn't think she was in hearing distance. It certainly hadn't helped her feelings of being lost in a strange land with no one there. But once they got to Marguerite trying to go and Andrew trying to be a lawyer, Marguerite was worried she was going to have to talk her Percy out of wanting to disguise himself as a nun.
"No, you really would not."
Smirking some, Marguerite sipped her tea. Hopefully this time, the brunette her wouldn't be so stupid as to get arrested but so far, the actress didn't have much faith in that. She knew that personally she could manage on her own, but brunette her? That was something else entirely. Chauvelin in with the pigs though, okay, that was amusing. Even if he was just standing there all pitiful like.
But then... there were hints of things and Marguerite wasn't certain she liked it. First the arguing on her behalf and the hints of...
"....is he being made out to be the girl's father?"
He was old enough to be, thrown away comments... it was something to keep an eye on. But oh look, she was arrested again by a psychotic woman more enthralled by death and blood than the Chauvelin from their world. Because she just sat desolately in the sanctuary... Okay, so it did seem that managed to keep her alive but... Then entered Percy. Chauvelin got out and was too late and.... okay that was just great.
"Percy dear, it seems that version of you is a better Chauvelin than Chauvelin himself. Is there something I should know?"
Quirking a brow, the French woman smirked before turning her head and coughing some. At least it wasn't near as persistent as it had been.