The look in her eyes turns curious, but that is all the inquiry she makes. 
Without another word, she rises and goes down the hall toward her bedroom. 
Enoshi hears the quiet tapping of telecom keys. Then Frédérique returns, padding 
quietly across the floor on naked feet. She sits beside him on the sofa, shaking 
back the soft thick hair that hides the side of her face. She smiles at him, 
saying simply, "Done."