Well that was rude. And Ariadne had every intention of giving the clothes to the poor when she got back to Paris. The sooner, the better.

She hurried along to her seat and leaned back in her seat. Soon she'd be on her way home. That's what mattered and with Arthur. But it was still bugging her. Ariadne sat straight up and looked at him. A hand went out to gesture. Which was never a good sign. "What'd she say, Arthur?" She asked.