All of this there at the surface of her mind, skimmed so easily that it requires next to no exertion to extract. Louis pulls all of this from her, and so need offer her nothing but:

"My name is Louis de Pointe du Lac. I believe you may have an envelope for me?"

All very polite. Ease he doesn't feel. Offers up his identification, if she requires...?

They were here, they were here, they were here. Armand's face reflects back at him from her mind.

Can they be a step ahead of him infinitely? Louis chasing Armand across the globe until what? Until Daniel is gone?