The pinch brings an eager grin to her face. She doesn't turn around all the way to glance back at him, the voice streaming in through the speaker system is too distracting, the sight of the crowds around them, even the architecture gives her something of an understanding for how Nate and Charlie must feel while out rummaging through ruins.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Chloe says, pressing her hip against his fingers before heading off to flag down a taxi. The process doesn't take that long, and her luggage is passed off for loading while she waits for Charlie to catch up.

It's true that she's done this sort of thing before, but somehow a cab in Paris feels different. This-- the way she keeps an elbow on the door and her chin in hand, staring only out the window, eyes scanning every block, every shop-- is as close to a nerd moment as she could ever possibly get.

So for those fifteen minutes that it takes to arrive at the hotel she is completely and utterly silent.