He does have an accent, it's so odd how she can tell only if she's thinking about it. She knew this place was filled with magic, but flying lights and horned people could be explained away as clever tricks. This was something observable, something obvious. She'd never seen magic used in such a way, or so freely. What was this place, and exactly how safe was she? Her right hand goes to her purse without thinking, her own sort of magic hidden inside. She didn't want to use it if she didn't need to though, and this place didn't feel malevolent.

She looks around, suddenly concerned and suspicious. Julien, he must have been in the US before he arrived here, but she had been wandering Paris just before she arrived. Something like that could only be possible with exceptionally strong magic, the kind she only knew you could get from a Miraculous. The sudden shift in her demeanor, from relaxed to on edge is obvious. She doesn't bother hiding her sudden anxiety.

"You haven't seen anything dangerous around here, have you?"