Loba sat next to wattson
Loba: You talk to him yet?
Wattson: Yeah.
Loba: And?
Wattson: Not really well, Mon ami...-
Pathfinder:"Pardon the intrusion madams, but of what do you speak of?"
Wattson: w..wha?
Loba: Who?
P:"I mean, it just seemed like miss Wattson was rather in a state of sadness when you brought up of one talking to her, I just wanted to know."
Wattson: I'm f..fine..-
P:"Mrs. Wattson, you do not seem alright, do you have a fever? Perhaps a cup of tea could help you!"
Wattson: N..non merci..vous..-
P:".. Oh-"
Wattson: Monsieur, Silva?
P:"... I'll just leave you two alone then."
