She doesn't know what's gotten into him - they spent plenty of summers in this house, but she nods anyway and hugs him tighter.

"Okay, not in the house. Come on, we'll get a hotel for the night, okay? I'll stay with you."

Moira doesn't seem to be answering, so she gives up and dials her driver instead. It doesn't take long before he's rolling to a halt beside them, concern on his face as he peers out the window.

"We need somewhere to stay the night, Jude," she tells him hurriedly, helping Fabrice into the backseat before she climbs in next to him.