"It regenerates organic things, but not inorganic things. Cairn isn't that good yet. Thanks, Sof."
Little kisses Sof on the cheek, standing up and walking to a slightly secluded corner as she dials.
"Hey, Anthony, my man. What's up? Lou got arrested? That blows. Listen, I need you to do me a couple of favors. Shut the fuck up, you know you owe me after Paris. Yes, I know Marc's in prison, and no, we ain't gonna bail him out. Not yet. He'll be fine, don't worry about him. We've all been in prison before."
Little glances behind her, making sure nobody has creeped up behind her to listen.
"You know he'll be fine. We've been through worse, it's just a French prison. Listen, this is all beside the point. I need you to check up on my apartment, take out anything incriminating, got it? Then I need you to come to where I am, and- yes, I know you have no idea where I am, we'll get to that in a second. Bring me my backup cellphone and a new pair of knives, and feel free to buy me a nice leather jacket before you get here, too. Fuck you too."
Little giggles, "Yeah, I know, we need to get together and do some shit together before long. You still owe me big for Paris, not to mention me getting you tickets to that concert in Caen, among a hundred other things. Here's how to get to where I am, and knock first. There's some odd people here."
Little glances behind her again, and then tells him precisely how she got here.
"There ya go. See you in a bit. Love you, too. Bye."
Little flips the cellphone shut and walks back to the table, sitting down with a happy smile on her face.