"Look who it is! It's my Sheri." The short Asian-American guy bowed and held out a pair of manacles. "Good to see you again, my Sheri. Did you have a pleasant vacation?"
Sheri cut the engine. "Fuck off, Paul," she said toeing out the kickstand. "That ditch-crawler out there speaks better French than you do."
Um, did I miss something =/
Where's the French?