As Arno speaks, Pepper's eyes start to slowly rise into her hairline. Given his clothing choices, and the way he's talking about Paris, he's definitely not from any time close to hers. She gapes at the gauntlet, suddenly very unsure of what to think of him. You don't wear something like that for fun - the blade, at least, is meant for close contact, and you don't have a hidden miniature crossbow for playing darts. He seemed charming enough, but this didn't sound like child's play. Plus, that comment about bread -

"Are you- Did you come from the middle of the French Revolution? I- Which side are you on? Why do you wear that?" she asks, pointing to the gauntlet. Her tone is caught between excitement and morbid curiosity. "What is it like? Have you seen people killed? Have you killed anyone? Have you met Robespierre?"

For all she knows, Arno's Revolution was very different from the one that occurred in her world, but talk about finding someone out of history. You've given her a hook now, Arno. She won't let go easily.