Constance didn't need to know English for his noes to be obvious. Not a fairy, then, and she lowered her eyes in apology. "Je suis désolée, monsieur. Je ne voulais pas vous offenser." Not a fairy, but not a man as she knew them either, one more strange thing about this future, and something in it he didn't seem happy about either.

He carried no sword, but there was the armor and daggers on his belt, and it was enough for Constance to fall back on the familiar. "A fighter?" she asked, her gaze holding on his armor, then dropping to his weapons, before she squeezed her upper arm miming strength and made a stabbing motion.