Arrow Lake jusqu'à demain

He didn't return the smile and already she felt as though this was not going to go according to plan either. Her smile faltered gently, but stilted; Mahler cut to the chase of things, a single sentence more or less summing up anything she could have needed to know. Except she hadn't intended to discover that he had an accent.

Though it piqued her interest, Phoebe didn't dare pry into it any more than the words that stumble out of her mouth ahead of her own thoughts. "Diaspora," she said, trying the name on her own tongue. "That sounds pretty... does it mean anything?" But perhaps he wouldn't share such knowledge with a stranger, and she would have to be fine with that too.