"So did he!"
She motions to the dead body
"Well, he's in no shape to handle cleaning supplies, now, is he?" he retorted.
"If you say so"
She looks back to Gerald
"Oh, how sweet. That means you can help me, oui?"
Amelie spoke up from her table near the wall of the cafe.
"I believe he said that you alone would clean it, Madamoiselle."
"Uh, er. Seeing as the Commissaire said you need to do it on your own, I believe that's that." He said almost put down.
"Shall we go get that table then?"
Perrot nodded.
"Oui, mon ami. Let's find a seat"
"If you prefer Monsieur Gerald, I was considering taking you for diner as thanks if you did help."
She starts opening doors trying to find the broom closet
"Oh, well," He said, taken aback but quickly recovering, "I could take you up on that offer."
"Too late now monsieur, I'm not getting any help so I could be here for days!"
She looks into a doorway and grins to herself
"I meant I would help you clean up a bit. I do like this place, so it wouldn't be that bad to have it look nice again." He said, hoping he still had a chance.