Sighing in exasperation, she let her arm drop.  Turning her back on him, she turned her key in the door.  "I'm not talking down to you...it's called compassion.  I guess I figured if we might run into each other...I'd at least try to be nice."<br/><br/>Pushing into her apartment, she looked out a him,  "You know, the French are really nosy...you might wanna come inside if you don't want them thinking we're a bitching couple."  Blushing a little, she raised her eyebrows at him.<br/><br/>And that was the only way she could talk to him properly...figure out what he did to her.