Alex is wearing a cute looking sundress. She looks like a tourist too, honestly but she wears it better. There's a hat in the backseat to complete the outfit and sneakers on her feet and it looks like they could be any two people who are stepping out just to take a holiday. But they aren't, and they both know it. This is goodbye to the stolen car, and the fact that they were wearing these sort of things was so that Warren didn't immediately pick them up from their uniforms: Richard with his good suit and Alex with her trousers and button up and cardigan.

If only who they were was as easy to slip off and change and hide. But Alex can still feel Simon's blood on her hands, even if she knows they're clean, and she can still feel the eyes and the clock ticking fast on whatever it is that Warren is planning.

"I mean, it is one of the busiest airports in Europe, and we are in Paris. I'm sure you have been here before. Even if it was just you passing through." But then Alex tilts her head and watches him silently for a moment. "Or is it something else going on?"