[i]Throwing away her gloves and packing her gear up, the woman smiled, a friendly and genuine smile, and spoke.[/i] "It is Christmas. Nobody deserves to lose anyone on this day." [i]There was a clear and soft French accent to her voice, but after she spoke, her smile faded as she glanced over at the man, who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes closed. [/i]