She lifted her glass at his toast and smiled at the sheer triviality and simple charm of the man.  Perhaps he was merely playing at being genial and simple-spoken. But if so, then he was doing a very good job at it.  The warm, sweet liquid reached the back of her throat and med her shiver a little, something soothing and almost dulling about it's effects.<br/><br/>She heard the question, but took a moment to put together a response.  "No, I am not from feelee." Her chuckle was low and almost gutteral.  "I lived most of my life in Paris with my father.  He was Romanian student who'd come to study.  He studied physiques and a few other fields of science, things I could never have a liking for.  When I was old enough to leave, I went to the Women's university in Rouen which is not very far from Paris."<br/><br/>She had spent quite a few years at the university, but was sure it would bore someone who had been to Mars and back.  She could hardly contain her disbelief at his extensive travels and otherworldly expaditions. Another drink loosened her tongue enough to ask him another question.  "What was the surface of Mars like?  Was it beautiful?"  The question seemed almost childishly worded in her mind and she internally scolded herself for not thinking of a more appropriate adjictive.