"Edge? I don't expect to find an edge, I--" She's pretty sure that if she ever got close to the edge of the arena, something would happen to herd her back from it. Not that she's going to say that out loud.

But she interrupts herself, anyway: "Paris," she echoes. "Damn. I've been there once, but..." But she didn't really get to see any of it. Besides the hotel. "My dad. A business trip." Because car mechanics so often went on business trips to Paris. Um. Why is it so hard, keeping her story straight? Maybe she should tell Ariadne a lie about her dad's profession.

Or maybe she should just say he was a thief.