Christian wasn't a native speaker of French, either, but he could tell when someone's accent was different. Christine's accent was different from Satine's. Maybe that was a good thing; maybe he wasn't quite ready to hear perfectly accented French. He took her hand and bowed over it, brushing his lips across her knuckles formally before straightening and releasing her hand.
"It's my pleasure to meet you, Christine. My name is Christian, and I assure you I'm unharmed." The last bit was said with a bit of a smile. It was downright laughable that this slip of a girl could harm anyone accidentally; she'd probably have to work very hard at it if she wanted to cause any damage.
In this place, it seemed common for women to walk around unescorted, but Christine seemed... lost... as if she should have an escort, and didn't. He tilted his head to the side and gave her a querying look. "Are you all right?"