Did I have a good reason not to like the Doctor's answer. With all the cauliflower stolen in and around the area, we had no other option, but to use the Tardis, transport ourselves to a northern area, buy ourselves a load of cauliflower, return to Saint-Tropez, and sell some at the main street market. Naturally, some of the local restaurants were pleased, but it didn't lead us any closer to the truth. At best, we helped the restaurant industry, so this "guide" from earlier could be helped. Otherwise, I had to wear an apron, talk to people (who had more than "bonjour" to say to me), and had to bear the smell of so many cauliflowers in one place for several hours. All seemed to be going nowhere, until a tall bald man in a suit came to us.

"Nice booth you have here." he said, though he didn't sound like he was giving a compliment.

"Why thank you." the Doctor replied, "It works fine, for something that was hastily put together."

"If you say so yourself." I could tell from Emma's tone that she felt he was bragging.

"So... would you like some cauliflower?" the Doctor asked.

"Do you have a permit?" he asked.

"A permit?" I didn't see any look of alarm on the Doctor's face, "Why would a fine gentleman like you ask for a permit?"

The man grunted, then took an I.D. from his vest-pocket: "Inspector Ducros."

Oh great, I thought to myself, a cop. That would explain why he was more serious than anyone else I had encountered.

"What's an inspector?" Maen asked.

I said the first thing that came to mind: "He means he's a law enforcer."

"So law enforcers would stop us from trying to catch thieves?"

"Did I hear that right?" the man, Ducros, turned to Maen, "Are you saying you're taking justice into your own hands."

"Watch yourself!" Maen shouted at him, dropping the crate of cauliflower she was holding at the time. It fell on Ducros' feet (judging from the agony on his face), but Maen didn't seem to care: "My people are the best in the galaxy in solving problems."

"Er... Maen." I tried to stop her.

"Stay out of this!" she shouted at me.

"No, no, no." the Doctor came between us, "I'm sure that if a police inspector comes to investigate us, there's a good reason."

"Oh yeah!" Maen didn't believe him, "And what would that be?"

Somehow, I knew exactly what Ducros would say.

"I'll ask the questions here."

That's what I thought.

"You'll have to excuse these two." Emma told him, "They're... not from around here."

Ducros raised an eyebrow: "Neither are you, judging from your accent."

Emma was confused. I suppose she would be, since she'd be hearing Ducros talk in a language she understood, while I keep hearing him speak French. To me it was funny to hear him say he'd think her speaking English is a different accent instead of a different language, while Emma had to wrap her head around the notion her language is understood as a different accent.

"Well, since you're being so... friendly, I suppose I could tell you." the Doctor answered, "We're trying to investigate something. Of course, we'll relay everything we find out to the proper authorities, but you have to give us some time."

Ducros looked at the Doctor, skeptically: "And that gives you an excuse to stand here without a permit?"

"Excuse me." I interrupted, "But why would a police inspector be investigating a vegetable vendor?"

"Are you questioning my authority?"

"Not your authority, so much as your jurisdiction."

"You're not as dumb as you make yourself out to be." the Doctor told me, then turned to Ducros, "He's right about two things. A police inspector would take on bigger cases. What does he care about vendors? And your accent isn't local either."

This rendered Ducros speechless: "We're done here."

"Hold it right there!" Maen stopped him by turning on her light-saber, "You don't just walk out of here!"

"Maen, calm down." the Doctor told her, "He knows more than he lets on. If you scare him, he won't tell us anything."

"He's not the only one she's scaring." Emma said, as she pointed around us.

And she was right. Some of passers-by had looked up when Maen raised her light-saber. I could see how some of the kids thought it was cool, while their parents would try and tell them it wasn't. I could even see my own mother as... I looked away as soon as I saw that angry look on her face.

"Inspector..." the Doctor told him, "Show them your I.D."

"What?" he couldn't understand.

"Let them know it's all under control."

Still panicked, Ducros did exactly that. He flashed his I.D., and told the people they shouldn't worry, that she'll be taken in immediately.

"Taken in?" Maen couldn't understand it.

"Just turn off your saber now." the Doctor whispered to her, "Let him feel more comfortable with us."

Maen didn't like it, judging from her reluctance, but she did as she was told anyway.