"Nous avons"

Twenty minutes into the train ride from Orly to our hotel, my daughter silently curled onto her side, resting her head in my lap.  A woman who looked to be around my age, attired in professional clothing, was seated across the aisle.  I handed her the map I'd been studying and asked in stumbling, American-accented French, if I'd selected the best route to our hotel.

She removed her gloves, took the map and studied it.  She replied in English and smiled.  I asked her if the neighborhood was safe.  She assured me it was.