"You look for friends?" The girl's French seems to improve as she continues to speak. "The angel with hair like the sun and eyes like the sky, and his dark shadow?"

She takes a step closer to the group, smiling now.

Bahorel withdraws the shirt with a bark of laughter, pauses to pull it on, and remarks. "Sounds just like them. Where'd you see them, kid?"

Muffling a curse he swats at a few more bugs, and stiffens. Distracted from the conversation for a few seconds, he looks around, and even glances up.

"Okay, this is a fucking weird question. But did anyone else hear geese? Are there geese in Africa?"