"I'm not about to drop dead," she says with a weak laugh, turning the name 'Joly' over on her tongue. Like most of the French names, it doesn't come naturally to her. "Just a bit best up."

All the attention is making her antsy. She stretches on her toes to see anyone Joly's shoulder, scouting for danger. "Let's get to safety. We can patch me up and give him the low-down."

She gives Joly a deeply sympathetic look. "You're in for a rough learning curve."