May...maybe, I don'tt thhink I willll want to tallk rightt away. [At least she's not on the verge of tears anymore, just sniffling. Reaching though to touch her face and wipe some of that grease paint off, Jane awkwardly smiles.]

I.. must haave? [Give her a moment, she's remembering tastes; something different than boozepunch, before holding her face again.] I thhink I learnedd how to fr..french.