Constance's room was too quiet. The entire inn was quiet compared to the Paris she called home, but she wasn't meant for hiding away when there was so much life going on. Even while married to Bonacieux she hadn't been so isolated. So she kept the room for sleeping and when being in a future world surrounded by a language she didn't understand got to be too much.

The aroma of fresh bread and pastries greeted her as she walked into the cafe looking for people. Constace gave the woman kneading bread a friendly grin, then looked over the display of cookies, although not ones she was recognized. More new things to learn about and try. She pointed at the dough the woman was kneading. "Je pourrais vous aider si vous voulez?" she offered, her voice and an eyebrow rising in question at the end.