"I'm afraid my grasp of the language is rather strongly Quebecois," responded Sabrina airily. She smiled once at the waiter, reaction perfectly balanced so as to be neither memorable nor unusual. "Gracias." Briefly turning her attention to Marcone, she waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not easily offended."

Digging into her meal with some enthusiasm, Sabrina looked up briefly to further introduce herself. "I'm a car mechanic. My granddad sells the parts."

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