Armand gave a slow nod, seeming to suddenly be lost in thought. Unlike himself, his sister had a bit of a temper. She would be annoyed that she had been dragged out all this way for, in her eyes, absolutely no reason. He gave a soft sigh, and refocused his attention on the entirely magic-less woman, relaxing his posture. It seemed to take him forever to actually acknowledge he'd been asked a question.<br/>"yes, it's French. eh, the name that is. Sorry, you must be freezing to death, being from so far south. Try to have a nice night, and be sure to keep warm! Not having firewood qualifies as a full blown emergency around here."<br/>He lifted his arm, and held his fingers up to mimic a telephone, raising his eyebrows as a question to ensure she understood. The cold was lethal.<br/>"I suppose I'll be around in the morning when you show up then, maybe give you a quick rundown of whats around." He gave a casual nod, "goodnight, jean." and turned to leave.