Another shrug, and she revels in the familiarity of his laugh. Ah, it feels good just to soak in memory, instead of rebelling against it like she has for the past fifty-some years. She almost feels young again, and that's something in itself.

"It's not so bad. I've had a long time to get over it, after all." Her brow quirks, and then she adds, "The French government gave me a pretty little medal for my trouble, too." Not that it did her much good, sitting on a shelf, but it was better than being court-martialed for war crimes, or convicted for arson.