[Francis can tell the poor man's been through a lot from just a glance, but unfortunately, it is not so uncommon for arrivals to the Port. Still, his heart goes out to him, not only because the man is his own (though it helps). He doesn't pull away, doesn't leave his side for a second even - though his first reaction is to switch over to French. It is much easier to communicate these things in their mutual native tongue.]

You do speak French, no? [He asks, mostly out of habit, though the question is quickly forgotten when the man begins to cough. France continues to hold onto the man's arm to support him, encouraging him to cough with a few muttered words, gentle in almost every way. He doesn't seem to mind doing so, or if he does, he's very polite about this moment of weakness. Though he really can't blame Javert, from how he looks.

When the man asks the typical Newcomer Question - "where am I" - France is quick to reply to him again, still in his Parisian French.]

You are in a city called Siren's Port. It is in on an island off the coast of Canada. [But, he pauses, looking the man over. Judging from the man's clothing style...] ... though I am not sure you know it by this name. Perhaps it was still split into Upper and Lower Canada?

But it does not matter. I believe this conversation would be better suited to some place inside.